Tubing Season

Like the 32 year old immature Alumni that I am, the email in my inbox from The Clock "Rising temperatures give way to concern" did only one thing for me, and that was give me a "rise" for Spring and Tubing season. As I write this letter staring out the window at the recent falling snow, Spring fever and Tubing season is the flavor of my busy office morning. Oooh how did that article take me back to the Spring of 1989, I, a rookie brother of Kappa Delta phi fraternity where Tubing Season and Devils Springs Vodka caused me to have the exact exact same course schedule again in the Fall of 1990. But hey no regrets, no regrets at all. I would give up red meat for a week, just to be beggin for a ride right now, tube straped to the roof, on my way to the drop off point 1/2 way up tenney mountain highway. Always crusing through the center of campus first, in attempts to corrupt some XAZ or Tau Omega sisters to come with the lure of blazing sunshine and warm Milwaulkees Best beer. It usually wasnt hard to form the corruption crew. Bandana around the head , alcohol begining to take effect umm Im there dude right now. The one thing that still amazes me to this day is no matter how drunk I got sitting in a stationary position for the 2 hour journey to the Brass Rail , wizzing on your own leg to keep warm, why a girl would still find me attractive? But who am I to question the code of honor and friendship, "What is said or done on the River stays on the River". The friendships and good times developed Tubing on the Pemi will be everlasting in my mind. I would like to apologize to my friend Chuck, owner of the Brass Rail for the numerous biligerant conversations of why I shouldnt be served "one more" in bare feet smelling like a sewer rat. A cup of hot coffee and a ride home to a hot shower was always appreciated looking back in retrospect. Forget about Homecoming, PSC needs an official Alumni Tubing day. Thank you Clock for bringing back some twisted memories.

Josh HollanderKappa Delta Phi Alumni Spring 1989