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College Daze
Posted in: Videos on Monday, January 30th, 2012
If digital camers had been around when I was in college, and if they were as inexpensive and available as they are today, then I suspect there would be endless hours of incriminating video that I would would be trying to collect and destroy. There were film cameras and I did have one, 8mm silent, and use it occasionally to film my roommates and our friends.
Film and processing cost money, and I was also concerned that the person processing the footage might look at it and I didn’t want that kind of attention focused on my private behavior, especially in the 60′s. So filming was limited, but I did record my roommates and some of our friends hanging out being college kids.
This video is for them. I can’t imagine it being of interest to anyone who didn’t go to college with me. I’m posting it because that’s the easiest way to get it out to the people who’ve asked if I still had any of the films I took while in school.
I’ve put music behind the video, but the original film is silent, which is good news for everyone because you won’t have to listen to my bad sax playing. However, it’s also unfortunate because you won’t be able to hear the guitar playing and singing of Rod Ruthrauff or the trombone playing of Byron Fisher. In addition to Rod, Byron, and me, there are also scenes with our roomates,Chuck Seymore, and Richard Mixon, as well as some young ladies whom I will not embarrass by naming.
For some reason we’re all rather clean cut in these pictures. The beards and really long hair will apparently live only in our memories.

