I was working when the Beatles Sgt. Pepper, Hey Jude, and a zillion others and these were all that played on the sound system. There was a woman who came in on Saturday night named Lynn as she showed up perhaps 9p and stayed until we doused the tables with pure ammonia to drive everyone out at 2am. She didn't talk much to anyone and for a year I couldn't remember her sitting with anyone or another living soul and she always took the same booth and would actually hang out at the "bussers" table until it cleared. Lynn was slightly goth by today's appearances, long black hair, dark clothing, very bundled up and somewhat aloof.
On the third floor of the Union was the "piano room". I dated a girl from there for a month or so but she was a Delta and I was in the music frat sooooo talk about worlds collide...I tried to impress upon here that I was also from a social fraternity (phi sig) but she wasn't gonna buy in...sigh. Anyway I used to hang out there as it had a 12 foot Steinway that was worth (then $20k, now $500k) a ton and was the most magnificent instrument I could get my grubby hands on. I later learned from JoAnna (the piano room gal) and my would be girlfriend, that down the hall there was a "short wave" room where international radio was played and there were listening stations (as in "hey butthead...go there...you aren't getting anywhere here)...so I went.
On a Saturday night when the campus closed because well we go, oh, I don't know, 75 inches of snow or something...it was incredible!!!!!!!...we closed the Grill early and I went up there and there was Lynn and we talked and she was listening to Radio Hanoi and getting the English broadcast about WAR activities. I thought how strange and how bizzarre. Here was a woman with a SO overseas (assumption) and she was listening to N. Viet Nam Radio to hear just a glimpse of where he was and what was going on.
(PS.. some 12 hours after I posted this I've had 9 emails...radio hanoi did touch a nerve...as well it should)
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