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He
Never Left 'Nam
On my end was a solemn hush. When Terry Morrow finally understood that I
was more than merely a stranger without a purpose, he invited me to
spend a few days with him. Bidding me make myself at home, he entered
the "lean-to" for  the
purpose of preparing dinner. Never will I forget that supper. Stewed
cabbage, 7-grain bread (just baked), coffee, without cream or sugar, and
guavas for dessert. After we had done full justice to the meal, we sat
down under the moonlight. Terry asked if I had any cigarettes, and when
I handed him a Camel Light, he lit it and seemed perfectly content.
We were seated on the porch of Terry's Town
Parc apartment. I could see at a glance that the three of us were in for
a long night. The retired Marine, Roland "Choo Choo" Crayger
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Debauchery
and Football: A Gator Tradition
The madness had come to town. They started spilling into the community
early on Friday, giving the place a feeling of density and pressure.
Different factions roamed the streets
in groups for safety. There were sneered threats and promises of
revenge. Something serious was about to unfold. So serious that the
police had erected barricades and the news media had warned the public.
The tension was palpable. The universities of Florida and Tennessee were
going to play a ball game.
College football is taken seriously at Florida.
It controls the pulse and the soul of the university. It amuses some,
bewilders to others, and becomes addictive to a frightening few. More
studious types are disgusted at the hold it has over academic life. They
can't believe, for example, that classes would be canceled for
homecoming or that students would be hustled out of their parking spots
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Don't
you just hate the damn GPD?
It's
Friday night  and
you've been invited to several places to enjoy the evening with various
friends. But most of them are going to establishments where you must pay
to get in, buy your drinks, then hide in a corner or behind others so
you can drink because you're under 21. Too much hassle. Then it is
brought up that there's this "huge" party going on at the
Campus Club apartments; four kegs. What else is new? At least you can
dress casual, get wasted for free and possibly "hook up."
So
you go and it's all you expected it to be. You grab a 16-ounce red
plastic cup, fill it up with Bud Ice beer, walk over to a card game in
progress and take a shot of some unknown clear liquid, mingle outside
with all the smokers, fill up your red cup, talk to someone who says
he/she has got the same chemistry class as you, fill up the red cup,
take another shot, bum a cigarette while outside, fill up the cup one
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