With these Tales From the Tunnels I make a very reserved return to the forums. I stopped posting about a year and a half ago but since then, I have been to the South Hallway desk and filled out pink, blue, yellow and green permission slips in triplicate. All slips have been now been signed by the head hacker, Raider, and I passed hair check, after having only failed once. lol
-So I return on a limited basis to add to the stories that make up our memories from Hyles Anderson College.
I add a disclaimer before I post. I hold no ill will or have any bitter feeling toward anyone that might be mentioned. I loved the college and still hold Dr. Hyles in high regard. But hey, it was college. Some of the staff and faculty did things that were odd or strange or sometimes even down right rude. But then we students did things that others thought were odd or strange or even down right rude. So, if it’s a real embarrassing story, we might change the names.
So the stories are here. You’ll learn
-Why Marty Braemer was never made a bus captain.
-How to get your division leader to dump his food from McDonald’s in the trash barely eaten.
-Why you never wanted to work off your 2 hours of demerit work for Mr. Jeff Hawkins in the dining hall.
-Why you should go to some staff men for hair check and not to others
-What happened when the college decided that dormitory men should clean their own bathrooms.
-About Bro. Bill Grady
-About Jim Alter
-About Benjie Fuller
-More about Bill Grady
So let’s get started
Breakfast on the Bus
My 2nd semester as a freshman I joined a bus route in Division 6. It was a great time to be in 6. We had a great Division Leader. Our routes had great captains. We had great workers and great camaraderie.
At 7 a.m. every Sunday morning a bus would leave the college taking all the workers to a McDonalds in the middle of Division 6 (Chicago) where we would transfer to our busses for pickups.
This one was a cold morning. Everything was frozen. The heaters didn’t work on the bus and things would freeze on the inside windows. Just plain cold. We had a guy in Division 6 who was a bit odd. I liked the guy and just want to tell the story without embarrassing him, so I’ll call him Jim. Jim was different. Jim was a man who brilliant with computers but lacking in other areas. In other words he was a hacker. On this Sunday Jim took a seat about 2/3 of the way back by a window. The bus filled up fast and the only remaining seat was the aisle seat by Jim.
Paul Rasmussen was a cool smooth guy. He could be anyone’s friend and was fun to be around. He was the last guy to get on the bus. The only seat remaining was next to Jim. He sat down by Jim. He struck up a conversation and for the next hour they talked. While they talked Jim started picking his nose. He picked a booger and wiped it on the window where it froze. He picked another one, wiped it on the window, it froze. He picked another, and another, till there were about 6 frozen boogers frozen on the window in a horizontal line. Jim then dug into his ear and pulled out a clump of ear wax, which he wiped on the window and it froze. As Jim and Paul talked Jim started wiping the boogers from the window and eating them one at a time. As we neared the McDonald’s where we would transfer Jim wiped the last bit of ear wax from the window and licked it off his finger.
Most of us who had witnessed this were disgusted and wanted to get off the bus. As he rose to leave Paul said, “Hey Jim, do want to go inside and get something to eat?†Jim’s reply goes down in history. “No thanks,†he said, “I’ve already eaten.â€
To end the story, "Jim" is still serving the Lord today in Texas.
Dont need to give stories, the title speaks for itself!! Sad part is Carol probably enjoyed it more than we knew!!
