GO BACK

or for the very beginning

go to the Rabbit Hole

SAGA is the company providing the school's food. Of all the elements of ready-for-sarcasm issues, making fun of what we ate seems to be what everyone can agree on. Everybody chided or embodied the not-always-digestable menu. Mike Davis and Les Morgan were students who worked at the cafeteria; and although Miss Sett was the girl dorm ruler, she took on double duties during meals to curtail testosterone.

Was it Ski... or Sky? Either way, us Floridians and African missionary kids, fell upon Ski Valley and took to the snow like a duck takes to tartar. I personally spent 5 minutes falling down as I walked from lodge to icy precipitation. At that point I skipped the beginners and went straight down the Expert run. Meanwhile the rest of our non-seasoned co-horts were more like moguls and teenaged off-pistes.

The late-great Paul Alford was larger than life. Talked big, smiled big, gesticulated biggest. Seeing our college president not so human, I always placed him in situations mortals didn't participate.

If your head wasn't down repenting at Toccoa Falls College... 30598, then it was up lurking for something to notice and divulge once snuggled under cover of dorm darkness and electric blanket. The school even brought in preachers to specifically damn us to Hell for this pasttime.
Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah, preacher man! Well, I saw you at SAGA having seconds on ice cream. Don't think the Lord will overlook you for gluttony.