You know you’re good friends when somebody’s been going through their old stuff and finds your gold.
Greg messaged me with the news that his boxes contained some of my old college newspaper clips.
We attended junior college and then transferred to finish up our bachelor’s together way, way back.
We worked on the same two campus newspapers, side by side.
He most very likely edited these stories of mine. Hence, in his collection they went.
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When I clicked on the images he sent, I was surprised to see my story about George Plimpton’s speech. Greg was equally astonished that I did not recall the noted author talking at Morrisville College.
I know, though, that it surely made an impression. During my career here in Syracuse, I gladly volunteered for Plimpton-like participation features. I dressed in the costume of Syracuse University mascot Otto the Orange. I put on a kilt and walked around downtown. I wrote about my ballroom dancing classes. You get the drift.
The coverage of the University of Maryland women’s basketball team, though, that’s ingrained. They lost in the national championship game to UCLA, and among the many road trips I took in two years on that beat was a plane ride to Los Angeles. I was a kid learning a lot about journalism and life.
After, he sent some more.
It’s fantastic to think back to the days of hauling milk crates of my vinyl records albums from my dorm room to the campus station three dorms away. I recall that one of my show slots was in prime time, too, at least in my mind. I led into the Sunday night movie hour, when it seemed all the students crammed into the old gym for the feature. Some school official played the station over the PA.
Hey, didn’t I become a music writer years down the road?
Thanks, Greg, for thinking of me. Priceless the memories unleashed are.