“Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity. It is like the precious ointment upon the head . . . . and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion . . . .” Psalm 133
In July 2015, I posted on attending the 100th anniversary of the Gamma Alpha Beta fraternity at Augustana College. Many of the brothers from my era showed up. We have remained a close-knit group since graduation. On this September 11, 2021, we had a GAB golf outing – with about 50 brothers from across classes.
I wasn’t destined for college (see post of October 13, 2013). My future was to work (assistant plumber) after high school. Frankly, it’s a fluke that I even applied (after h.s. graduation) and got in to “college.” And that I came to know my brothers.
There are amazing memories and stories (most of which are gladly remembered — and a few that shall not be repeated). One I personally relish is the dark night when my entire pledge class was corralled by police and taken off to jail (it was nothing serious). One quick-witted pledge escaped detention by launching himself over a window well and clambering up onto a fire escape. Yeah. That was me. . . .
The GAB’s won the Homecoming Sing with the ballad I sang to Lauren every night when she was little — “Oh Shenendoah.” It was that song I picked for the Father-Daughter dance at her wedding (see post of August 14, 2011). We had tears in our eyes as the music played. It’s interesting how when you meet old friends, you pick up where you left off. It’s as if time stands still and you’re back being 19 years old again. In my brain, I’m still 19. Now if only my body would cooperate . . . . .