It started with a phone call... an automated message disturbed my sleep early Tuesday to inform me that our school system has canceled school due to the approaching winter storm.
That stirred memories of school being canceled when I was a kid, but as I snuzzled back into my sleep again, my dream took an odd twist.
I thought I was reliving the move back into the dorms, and was looking for a hand truck to assist. This was the period when record albums were all the rage, with music being marketed not only on the basis of the artists' name and reputation, but also by the colorful and creative album covers that would catch your eye and appeal to you.
In some way, I was following the exploits of a former student who had taken the name "Dr. Drea" ("Dray"... wasn't he a rock star or something?)
Well, as I was making notes about his exploits in trying to con other students out of a hand truck, I started thinking that this would make a terribly entertaining blog entry. Hmmmm....
As I woke up, I told myself that I would have to write this all down quickly, before I forgot the tales of college revelry.
And that reminded me of a book that my wife gave me some years ago. A former student of MSU published a book of comic strip stories of pranks and adventures at college. The book was not wildly successful, but sparked a desire in me to write some of the odd or funny things that had happened to me in college. I even contacted the author of "Confessions of a Cereal Eater" and compared notes.
He had gone through school about two years before me, but his stories were very familiar and I swear that I had seen him on campus... some of the stories of a used bookstore and comic shop seemed awfully familiar.
Sadly, he pointed out a few realities of the situation. First, the book hadn't sold all that well. (Even though he had attempted a second volume, which I also bought). Second, as he put it bluntly: "Kirk, everyone has wild tales of what happened in college. It's not that unusual."
Sigh. And this blog had seemed so important to get down on paper before it slipped away. I wonder why?