A Voice from the Other Bus

The Great Plotnik got an email from an old college friend today that he hadn't heard from since the day he moved out of the Frat house. Yes, for a short time Plotnik was a frat boy at UC Berkeley, though his heart was never really in it. There were always two roads in college, and the frat boys were going a different direction on a different bus, or so it seemed to Plotnik at the time.

But it was really nice to hear from D.S. after decades. There is a reunion taking place sometime soon and Plot had thrown the invitation in the trash, having no intention of taking part -- it's at a golf club, for God's sake -- where the enemy lives, right?

But...he'd love to see some of those old guys -- hell, we're all old guys now. He just might go -- of course he no longer has any idea where or when the reunion is.

Plottie is feeling his oats this morning -- last night, here in Stiletto City, he and The Great Punkydunky played in a pickup basketball game in the gym where PD went to high school, and Plotnik was on fire. Couldn't miss. Those night don't happen too often any more, so what the hell, he'll just go to his reunion. Why not? Maybe we'll play ball.