One of the best parts about blogging is learning about people/places/experiences that you might not otherwise be exposed to. Sometimes we get so caught up in our lives that we forget that not everyone has the same experiences as we do.
For example, one morning as The Waffle King was harassing me to get ready for another tiyul I made a reference to fraternity life. The thing is, the king didn’t quite get the reference. I mean, he understood what I was getting at, but not in the same way.
Why? Because he didn’t go to a university with a greek system. I would have called him a GDI, but that would have gone over his head. I’d mention it here but that might lead me to be chastised by RWAC and I already have enough angry rabbis chasing me. Or maybe not. Maybe there is a rabbi in Monsey whose phone must have been lost or broken. You know who you are and why I write this.
Anyway, I have been mulling over whether to share some of the stories about fraternity life. I am not sure that they would be that interesting or that funny to people who weren’t there. Some of them are pretty tame stories. They are about things that happened to a lot of people, fraternity membership didn’t make that any different.
Then again, were other moments. We acquired some farm animals, had some pretty cool adventures in RVs, got chased through Tijuana, went skiing in Tahoe and still managed to graduate.
So maybe I’ll bust the open the vault and share a few tales. I have to think about it a bit.