Lived in Town and Campus, right next to Cash Hall. Met my wife of 47 years there, plus a lot of crazies from Satellite Beach area, including Jerry Kutz. Great memories from what I can remember
Where did you live when you were attending FSU (if you did, in fact, attend FSU)
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Lived in Crystal River. I went to a military university, but even though my daughter was accepted at UF, she chose FSU. Now she is a Nurse Practitioner having worked at UPenn ICU and later as a NP for a consortium of Surgeons in North Carolina. She Married a West Point graduate who was raised in Tallahassee. A diehard Noles fan. After a numerous deployments, he is retired and is a surgeon in north Jersey. AND happily married! As for me, that means three great grandchildren.
I see there are quite a few who were at Kellum or Smith for a bit. When I was in Smith, across Tennessee Street, next to the Burger King, there was a little oyster bar called, iirc, Pugs. In addition to oysters, you could also get draft beer to go. Back then microbrews hadn't been invented and nobody'd ever heard of the term "growler" - they sold crappy beer (Busch, Meister brau, Old Mil) in one gallon plastic jugs.
It was on the property that's now a Jimmy Johns sub shop.
Anyone else remember that place?
It was on the property that's now a Jimmy Johns sub shop.
Anyone else remember that place?
That may have been after my time. What I remember is a Howard Johnson's across Tennessee where one night they had all the fish you could eat, and another night it was fried chicken. Between that and the Student Union food plan, I didn't starve.
Jennie Murphree freshman year
Zeta house sophomore year
Pensacola street junior year
Apartment near the farm then end of W Call, sr year.
Landmark, Jackson Bluff La hacienda, east Call, until I moved to Brazil.
Zeta house sophomore year
Pensacola street junior year
Apartment near the farm then end of W Call, sr year.
Landmark, Jackson Bluff La hacienda, east Call, until I moved to Brazil.
Mine too. It was a highly contagious disease, especially for young ladies brought up by very strict parents who were “out from under their thumb” for the first time.It explains a lot about my first year GPA as well.
I was VERY immature back then.
I will represent the other end of the continuum: I was Phi Eta Sigma by the end of my first year.
We got bored with painting it, so late one night we got an old truck tire, doused it in diesel, and placed it like a crown on the lion's head. That damn thing burned for hours. They had one helluva time getting it white again.
As FIJI pledges we decided one night to dye the water in the student union fountain purple as that was our color. Well the purple dye reacted with the chemicals in the fountain water and it all turned rust red. The next day someone wrote in to the Flambeau and claimed it was dyed red to represent the blood that was being shed in Vietnam. Got a good laugh out of that.
The days of innocence and hijinks. When those dumpy houses were owned by the University and Budweiser Creek flowed behind them.
(For our younger posters the University built them to attract more men to attend after the University reverted back to coed status)
Those things were a real work of art. 🥴
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