Fraternities have a bad rep. It’s nothing new; it’s been that way for years. Regardless of how you feel about fraternities, there are some stories to tell, so here goes one. I was one of 13 in my Rho pledge class. 11 of us went on a pledge trip to Boston with tasks to complete. To complete some of these tasks required an extra amount of courage (or stupidity) and alcohol. We proceeded to the Playboy Club where we were to procure (not with cash) a bunny tail from one of the Bunnies. We succeeded, followed by immediate extrication from the club. Around 2 AM, we drove in 2 vehicles through a section of Boston called “The Battle Zone.” (I’ll leave the name to your imagination). I was seated in the middle of the back seat of a 1966 Mustang Convertible. We weren’t totally wasted yet and were smart enough to have the top up. As we drove thru the Battle Zone, we spotted a white dude walking hand in hand with a black girl. They were suddenly accosted by a small gang of thugs. Valiant heroes as we aspired to be, we stopped our vehicles in the middle of the 6 lane city street, jumped from our cars and started yelling at the top of our lungs, for the gang to stop. Apparently, we drew some attention as out of no where came thugs from every direction, yielding pipes and boards and whatever, headed right for us. We jumped back into our cars and as one thug jumped on the trunk of our mustang, beating the convertible roof in over my head, the driver sped away. The thug fell off when we were doing around 40 mph or so. We did not stop. Anyway, we were heroes that night, having offered the couple a chance to escape as the thugs turned their attention toward us. We were later rewarded by the police who caught us urinating in a public garage. By then, we were totally wasted. So, what did I learn in college? Don’t steal bunny tails, threaten thugs, get caught urinating in a public garage or drink an excessive amount of alcohol in Boston.
