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Searching for Debbie

I always wondered what became of Debbie Hines. Anyone know her? She was a dating queen, no doubt about it (so was my wife), and I'd love to find out what happened to her since then. I lost all contact with her in 1990.

Jen Creer

Oh Jen, to this day we feel bad about "the incident" in which we ran away from you. It was all very funny at the time, but it was at your expense. We were hanging out at the Wilk, having just left the lowbrow gourmet Cougareat (pronounced coo-GARE-eeyat with a French accent) when we came upon you in the reception area in front of the theater. You kept talking and talking, and we were confused, possibly disoriented by the barrage of words coming from you. You commented on how you'd like to hang out with us for the evening. But just then, you saw someone who you had to speak to for just a moment, and you told us that you'd be right back - and NOT to move. We looked at each other - and then ran. Through the ballroom, down the stairs, outside past the lower entrance to the Wilk, across the street to the Kennedy building parking lot. But we didn't stop there. Something urged us to run faster, farther, away.

I think you stopped talking to us after that incident. Not sure why.

The Land of Smee

Oh Smee, we hardly knew ye. Memories of running up behind you with large metal trash can lids while you pondered life and appreciated the gentle flowers. Was that a unibrow? Here's a nice picture of Sam and I investigating a long phallic growth on a potato we found (View image).

My favorite story of Sam is when he was in some kind of P.E. class down in the Smith Fieldhouse, and he was taking a shower in one of those giant stalls for 20 people. He told us how he was washing up, started to feel faint, and then completely blacked out. He woke up on the floor of the shower, the water still hitting him. The thing was - before he passed out, there were several other people showering around him. Apparently nobody wanted to help the short hairy naked guy unconsious on the shower floor. Hmmm....someone must have SKIPPED that good samaritan story.

Writer, Producer and Star!

There are so many characters from those days in college that are worth mentioning, but one of my favorites by far was the guy (I believe his name was Shane) in my theater classes who wanted to write, produce and star in his own films and plays. Never mind the fact that the guy wore coke bottle glasses, had the personality of tepid tap water, and the talent of...well, tepid tap water (hey, at least he was consistant). The guy was amazing though. His acting was miserable, he couldn't convince anyone to work with him, and yet -- he had a following. Who knows why, but he had a couple girls always latched onto him, and so in the directing class, he always had a full cast of people to act in his scenes. They were hialrious where they shouldn't have been. If it was possible, they had less talent than he did. You had to applaud the guy for the sheer spectacle of it all.

Gosh, I miss him.