Goin' Down to O'town

My plea for divine intervention led my thinking to Outlook. Maybe Conor returned to LCBI! He’s always talked of going back to reform the school; turn it into the academic and spiritual beacon of Lutheranism. I searched the town: he wasn’t at the D & E, wasn’t doing cruise laps in his tracker. I stopped and talked to Sandy (ok, we mostly made out), he wasn’t having a piano lesson. I checked all the usual places on campus, including the well-known make-out spots Conor so often used to frequent (with whom, I’ll never tell): Molly’s Mops closet, the balcony in the chapel, behind the curtains on the stage in the gym, down by the river, between the lockers or in the basement of the education wing, the couches by Delwyn’s office, behind the pop machine by the weight room, by the cafeteria doors, the plow, the chapel stage, or in one of the many piano rooms. Piano playing wasn’t the only practicing done in those rooms. I checked his old dorm room, where many a naked exploit took place (don’t read anything into that, I’m always naked).

Outlook sure has become more liberal since we lived there. Here's a picture of me with the "The Gay Pride Capital of Canada" monument.
Well, although I couldn’t find Con, it is always fun to tour my old stomping grounds. We had a hell of a year in Outlook, with many times we can’t remember and many we want to forget.

Strolling down memory lane,
Grunt