That place where one of us got a degree – and a bunch of life lessons. “Bronco High School.”
unto our host, to our fair fraternity
Today is the 140th anniversary of the founding of Phi Sigma Kappa. Brotherhood, Scholarship and Character, and all that.
Brotherhood? Unquestionably, and in vast abundance.
Scholarship? In my case, that happened AFTER I stepped away.
Character? Us? Yes. Afterwards? Not so much…
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I did not see this car in Kalamazoo, driving near the old frat house. That’s one cracking motor! Brave owner parks his unique £1.6m Bugatti Veyron supercar made of PORCELAIN in Paris street | Mail Online. I did not shoot it with my puny p/s. Brenda Priddy was not there. She did not totally scoop me or this website with…
Mmmm winter. Time to party in the student ghetto. Pod knows of a cozy little bash. Ever the nonchalant one, he sidles up to all the pretty girls at school as if he’s known them forever. Phid, on the other hand, has more of an end game approach. He gets more, earlier; Pod’s are more loyal down the road. They…
It’s Fall 1983. If you had bothered to attend class, this should have been the start of your junior year in college. Instead, it’s your first semester back: back in school (but it’s at a community college) back home, after a year of unspeakable horrors in the Phi Sigma Kappa house. The BK Lounge is in the rear view mirror…
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In the spring of 1989, I sheepishly returned to the College of Arts and Sciences with hat in hand, begging for forgiveness for the nuclear wasteland of my first two semesters, and the subsequent years of minimum wage bullshit and the Meister Brau diet and living the Blutarsky lifestyle with the bare minimum amount of community college classes needed to…
Maybe we should chug on over to namby-pamby land where maybe we can find some self confidence for you ya jackwagons – R. Lee Ermey My proud examples: Frank. Frank was an ordinary dude with a job at First of America. I thought he was entitled to god-status as the big dude of the chapter. He came through the drive through…
Surprising amounts of cargo room
TC: What did you do wrong?
Crabs: I took your truck without asking.
TC: What else?
Crabs: I drove it to Ann Arbor
TC: What else?
Crabs: …while fucked up.
TC: What else?
Crabs: …and I took the keg
TC: What else?
Crabs: … and three frat brothers
TC: What else?
Crabs: …and we stole a sign.
OG Fred scores the first Tesla roadster of summer. The irony of a Lotus wholly reliant on its electrical systems – some jokes just write themselves
Chi O’s may know how to party, but their back seat parlors need an upgrade.
I understood why the girls of “A Chi O” would not associate with us, just as I understood the privilege of the Alpha Phi’s deigning to appear at a joint party with Phi Sigma Kappa and the Fijis.
But the girls of “Chi O”? Hanging with them was almost as impossible – once, maybe twice a year. The Phi Mus would be over in a heartbeat. The DZs were always up for a good time, and the AOPies were usually good sports. But Chi O?
It couldn’t be the money – they rented out a dorm from Western after losing their house.
It couldn’t be that or class, as this parking lot shows:
You girls weren’t even Bimmer-driving poseurs, so what gives? It’s me drunk humping the legs of everyone on your executive board, isn’t it? (That or the fact that the Tekes and their ample doobage supplies were a lot closer.)