I attended Muhlenberg College in Allentown, PA. I had many majors during my four years. Originally I was an accounting major. This was influenced by my sister’s degree. I changed this after my Intro to Accounting class. I earned As in the class, but I was bored silly. I could not imagine doing that for a living.
I was an Art major one semester so I could take a Three-Dimensional Design class that was only available to art majors. Those who know me understand just how silly this sounds. Our culminating project was to build a chair. I did well with that. The big project for me, however, was to build a cube (it was something like two-feet on all sides) out of wood. That was a big accomplishment for me. It even had beveled edges. Then we had to paint an image on two sides that would appear flat from 10 feet away. I upped the challenge, I ended up painting an image on three sides that appeared to be three-dimensional from 10 feet away. I was impressed. I knew what I wanted to do, but couldn’t figure out the math to get the lines drawn properly. I remember Steve Fox taking me down to the art studio on a Saturday afternoon and introducing me to the opaque projector. Within minutes I had what I spent weeks trying to decipher.
We used to purchase VHS players at Sears on a Saturday, reserve a viewing room, gather our friends and watch movies all weekend, and then return the VHS player on Monday. I know that’s how I fell in love with the Deer Hunter. I recall watching Kiss of the Spider Woman and Midnight Express too.
Lived with Larry Stein in a triple in East Dorm (C corridor) my Freshman year. We attended the World Series together. Dave Fredrickson joined us sometime during the second semester.
I recall being studious my Freshman year. I did not travel to Millersville for the warm-up show of the Yes tour. I had a test the following day. I recall it snowed badly that night and Larry and Rubes were run off the road somehow.
Craig, Fox, Matt Walton and I hung out a lot for three years. Our crew included Donna (until she transferred to Syracuse), Liz, Martha, Greg Keil, and Chris. I dated Dawn my Sophomore year. I dated Andrea my Freshman year.
I met Dana and Leslie the first day back from Christmas break my Junior year. They were in Fox’s room chatting when I entered. My mother had given me a pair of little boys’ shoelaces with my name and rockets on them. I put them in my boat shoes. From what I was told later, the girls used to refer to me as Bobby Rocket. I was smitten with Dana immediately.
Had a radio show on WMUH beginning my Sophomore year. That first show was Thursday mornings from 6-8, I believe. I dubbed it the Wednesday Morning Hangover Show. I played nothing with drums in it. By my senior year, I had a prime time show. We used to do a lot of really kewl things. I met a local guy who called into the show because he liked the deep cuts of Pink Floyd I played. He lived in his parents’ basement. He got me a lot of bootlegs I had never heard before. I remember being on the air during Hurrican Gloria when everyone left campus. I was on for many hours because no one came for their shifts. I played every song with rain and Gloria in it. I also remember drinking a bottle of Southern Comfort during that show. It may have been the last time I ever drank that.
East Fest was a blast. I do recall singing American Pie in public. Yeah, my inhibitions were down to do that.
Played lots of Ultimate Frisbee. There was the P-99 party. Yowza! Our run to Rutgers one night. Went camping at Blue Rocks. Loved that! Lots of concerts, including my first Grateful Dead shows.
Had season tickets to a couple of theatres during my time here. Was very into modern theatre.
Had huge troubles with my hearing. I recall calling my mother and telling her I was getting hearing aids. I had stopped going to two classes because I could not hear the professors. She stepped up and found me a specialist. I had to have a huge tube with a large flange inserted in a hospital. I was in so much pain the procedure stopped. The doctor asked me if I was allergic to cocaine. What? They poured liquid cokcaine into my ear to numb me. It worked!
Used to wear a feather earring. As Christmas approached one year, Mom called. She reminded me that Grandfather, a former naval captain, would be present. She didn’t tell me I had to get rid of the earring, but explained I would have to answer the questions as to why I wore one. That is when my earring came out. 🙂
I remember blackberry and root beer schnapps and an illegal slot machine in a night out in NYC.
Walked to a concert from my dorm room. Walked to another concert from school.
Larry dated Karen. She too had a Freshman roommate, Rosanna, who was from Tegucigalpa, Honduras. One night, I believe it was December, it began snowing pretty heavily. Being college, all the dorm rooms facing the quad opened their windows. Beach Boys music was blasted and everyone put on bathing suits and began playing in the snow. Rosanna had never seen snow before. I remember dragging her through the snow. She was so delighted.
East Dorm was the dorm to live in. On Labor Day each year, there was a huge party in the dorm. In PA, one cannot purchase alcohol on holidays. We loaded Craig’s 1978 Monte Carlo up with empties and headed for New Jersey. Rt. 22 was so backed up that we exited and looked for a back road. This was long before Google Maps. 😉 We finally decided we were going the wrong way and turned around in a church parking lot. As we did, Matt said that back home police look for people coming out of church parking lots. Sure enough, we were pulled over. Yes, four guys with cases of empties sure did look suspicious. After checking to ensure there were no drugs, the guy was most helpful. He directed us to how to get NJ to the nearest liquor store. Of course, doing this is illegal. 🙂
Drove somewhere in the Poconos with Craig. Going up the NE Extension, we came across a pretty girl. She pushed it to 100 mph. Craig kept up. Then he backed off. He put a piston through the block. $1200 damage. Yikes!
My parents gave me my graduation present early: a new car. I drove that all over my last sememster. Dana and I drove to the Meadowlands for a Grateful Dead show. There were a couple of others with us. I forget who. Right outside the gate, I got into an accident. It was my fault. Cop called it a no fault. I wasn’t going to argue. Didn’t get tickets to the show. Ended up driving to Connecticut for dinner in Bridgeport with Leslie (Leslie was always part of the plans, it seems). I remember I had a black and blue burger at wherever we dined. On the way home, tired and bothered by the accident, we pulled over to change drivers. At that point a cop came and hassled us. Seeing the tie-dyes he searched the car. Yeag, nothing. I explained we were doing the responsible thing.
I used to take the bus to Atlantic City with all the blue hairs. It cost $10. I received $15 in chips and a voucher for dinner. My parents would pick me up from there. It saved them a lengthy trip and I made a couple bucks.
Craig took that trip once. He just went to gamble for the weekend. He had been a bugger for a while. While he was gone, I found a spare set of keys and moved his car back to campus.
Blew off graduation to go to Maine and then Boston with Leslie and Dana. Thought that was the last time I would ever see Dana.
I had to pick up Butterscotch after the jaunt to Boston. On the way home I stopped at Tower Records to replace a borrowed CD that the cat had thrown up on. That turned out to be the first CD I ever owned. The air conditioning stopped working in my car. Butterscotch was so hot. I was poor and out of money. Went through the drive-thru at McDonald’s and pleaded for a cup of water for the cat. She lapped it all up.
Lived with Craig Cohen in East on G for the next two years.
I had a single in East on the third floor. I forget what letter it was.
In the end, I graduated as a double major: Business Administration and Philosophy.
I was an East Dorm Rat for all four years. Few students live in those hallowed halls for four years.
ZBT was the fraternity I pledged. I dropped out when I realized that after a year, all my friends would have graduated. This was an ongoing theme at the ‘Berg; all my friends were upperclassmen. I knew so few folks in my own class I spent graduation week (including graduation) in Maine and Boston.
During this time I attended my first Grateful Dead shows, had more surgery on my ears, and drove my first car (a Mazda 323).