[martyup]

Sometimes I try to tell my friends how funny the crap is that goes back and forth on this board.  Inane, arcane, and sometimes insane but they don't believe me and most are too lazy to join and find out.  I'm actually an alum of some middle age and would love to see jokers from the early 80s like Rob Moore, Vic Mowatt, and Mike Teews get on here and know readers are rolling on the floor and spewing coffee on their screens.  They've got some stories to tell now that the statute of limitations has expired.  But til then this will do.  Thanks for the laughs.

Hello fellow '83 graduate.  It's true, there are debates on this board over the most trivial of details of some distant event.  All in good humor, most of the time.  There is no doubt that reading posts on this board will increase your knowledge.

I knew Rob Moore at the Farm.  He was a character.  I've got a story involving Rob.  When I graduated from Law School I bought the travel guide Let's Go To Europe, a youth hostel membership card, a two month Eurorail Pass, a soft duffel bag that converted to a backpack, and a one-way ticket on Yugoslav Air to Athens.  My first stop on my European adventure was to be the Greek Islands.  I traveled solo.  Getting to the island of Ios was an adventure in and of itself, but I finally arrived on a ferry boat at about 11 PM.  I was told that there were no hotel rooms available on the island, but that I could sleep at the campground at the beach on the other side of the island.  It was about a 2 mile walk to this beach.  About half way there I spotted a tavern on the side of the road from which I could hear music.  Being tired, hot, and quite sweaty, I decided that a beer was in order.  When I entered the small tavern there were only three people present, the Greek bartender, a pretty blonde girl, and Rob Moore.  We downed a few beers and caught up on our life stories after Stanford.  The blonde was Rob's girlfriend.  It turns out that they were leaving the next morning and they convinced the owner of the inn in which they were staying to rent me the room after they checked out.  For $12/night, including a breakfast of coffee, bread and marmalade, I got a clean room on a cliff with a gorgeous view overlooking the clothing optional beach below.  I spent a week there before continuing my adventure to other parts of Europe.

[martyup]

Sometimes I try to tell my friends how funny the crap is that goes back and forth on this board.  Inane, arcane, and sometimes insane but they don't believe me and most are too lazy to join and find out.  I'm actually an alum of some middle age and would love to see jokers from the early 80s like Rob Moore, Vic Mowatt, and Mike Teews get on here and know readers are rolling on the floor and spewing coffee on their screens.  They've got some stories to tell now that the statute of limitations has expired.  But til then this will do.  Thanks for the laughs.

Hello fellow '83 graduate.  It's true, there are debates on this board over the most trivial of details of some distant event.  All in good humor, most of the time.  There is no doubt that reading posts on this board will increase your knowledge.

I knew Rob Moore at the Farm.  He was a character.  I've got a story involving Rob.  When I graduated from Law School I bought the travel guide Let's Go To Europe, a youth hostel membership card, a two month Eurorail Pass, a soft duffel bag that converted to a backpack, and a one-way ticket on Yugoslav Air to Athens.  My first stop on my European adventure was to be the Greek Islands.  I traveled solo.  Getting to the island of Ios was an adventure in and of itself, but I finally arrived on a ferry boat at about 11 PM.  I was told that there were no hotel rooms available on the island, but that I could sleep at the campground at the beach on the other side of the island.  It was about a 2 mile walk to this beach.  About half way there I spotted a tavern on the side of the road from which I could hear music.  Being tired, hot, and quite sweaty, I decided that a beer was in order.  When I entered the small tavern there were only three people present, the Greek bartender, a pretty blonde girl, and Rob Moore.  We downed a few beers and caught up on our life stories after Stanford.  The blonde was Rob's girlfriend.  It turns out that they were leaving the next morning and they convinced the owner of the inn in which they were staying to rent me the room after they checked out.  For $12/night, including a breakfast of coffee, bread and marmalade, I got a clean room on a cliff with a gorgeous view overlooking the clothing optional beach below.  I spent a week there before continuing my adventure to other parts of Europe.