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I guess I got a pole job

November 1986

Dear Sirs,

How’s everything going? Things here are the same. I will be home Monday the 24th about supper time.  This was a pretty busy weekend. My Icthus Bible Study had a retreat out at a farm. Slept in a shed like cabin–it wasn’t too bad.  The retreat in general was a lot of fun. We also had a party at the house this weekend. It was a gangster party. I did have a date with a girl J.F. set me up with. She was a neat girl. I had a good time.  The picture lady took 26 rolls of film–I guess some kind of record.  I got a Radio-TV test back. I got a 98%–not too bad.  I got a B on a speech I gave today.  I took a test today in Political Science–don’t know how well I did–not great.  And Reporting–uhh, nuf said.  But I did get a letter from my Philosophy (Ethics) teacher that said I was doing pretty well and encouraged me to look into other philosophy classes in the future. Is pop coming up this weekend? I’ll be home that Monday, so if so, great and if not, great. Oh, they finally caught up with me on the 12th.  It didn’t hurt a lot. See you soon.



I’m sure I studied a little

I don’t remember most of what I write about in this letter. But it makes me feel like I took advantage of my time at K-State. And I have not idea what the article was that I sent home.


I went to the Rainmakers concert last night.  They were pretty good.  (Worth four bucks anyway.) I saw Vando and Fink there; along with Dickson, Arnberger, Lumpy, Angie H and Schmuts. Tuesday I am going to go to Second City–the comedy group.

There is a job available at Lee School (the one right next door). It’s only one hour a day, during lunch setting up tables, working with the kids, I don’t know what else.  I’m going to see about that–the principal called over here to see if anyone was interested.  I can hear dad now “Wooooo five hours a week!  Woooooo!” But hey. I’m pretty busy and $17 a week is $17 a week.  Besides, I like working with kids.  So anyway, I’m going to see about that.

Mom, mark your calendar now! November 12 and 13 at the Kansas State Union–the Tin Drum. Another fine cultural experience brought to you by Kaleidoscope. Thank you, thank you.

Speaking of Germans, could you get me Kiki’s address sometime.  I guess I’ll be home this weekend.

This weekend was Little Sister Olympics. this consists of a bunch of dumb events following a week of dumb events, followed by a party at the Pike house (which I didn’t go to because of the Rainmakers). I participated in the Egg Race. This was like a wheelbarrow–me walking on my hands, one little sister pushing me along with my legs. Only I had to crawl down with a raw egg in my mouth, drop it in a can, and come back. (It’s a relay race, 3 legs.) I was the first leg and of course I lead the whole way and my team-mates lost it for us.  My egg broke also so I just held it in til I made it to the bucket.  I also participated in the bucket brigade, but by that time–last event–we were so far out of it that we shout about every other bucket into the crowd or opposition or fellow team-mate. it was pretty fun.

You know that white wrinkle shirt I have.  The other day it got the whole pocket ripped off, but mom sewed it up good as new.

I went to Mike Warnke Thursday (Boy I’m busy). I took a kid in the house. He was pretty close minded about the whole thing, but not upset that he went.

Do good, or I hope you do good, Mike at Lyons. By the way, the guys in the house want you to know that if you want to come up on your birthday, they would be glad to give you a pole-job.

Guess that’s about it.  I’ll be “coming home” this week-end.  This article was in the Collegian last Friday.  See you latter.

Love, Matt





You know, I probably just wanted to make some changes in how we kept the parking lot and the front yard picked up, or maybe I just ran for office at my fraternity at Kansas State because no one else would.  I really don’t remember.  But you know, any time you try to do something good, you’re going to be met with opposition.  And sometimes you anger the wrong fraternity brother.


The fact of the mater is, to make an omelet, you’re going to break some eggs.  And to make a meat pie, sometimes trouble makers and intellectuals are going to have to go into that pie.  I regret nothing.  The parking lot got picked up, and the front yard looked nice.

Acacia Wants You

acacia wants you

Acacia brother Brian Hamilton did such a great job back in the day of drawing up designs for our shirts and other party favors. As you can see, he was partial to Bill the Cat of Bloom County fame. Say want you want about fraternities in general, and a lot of bad could be said, but I think fraternities generally reflect attitudes and mores of the society of which they are a part; and as I was at K-state in the 80’s, a time known for self-centeredness, greed, and lack of introspection, I saw and lived the dumb college boy version of that America to some extent. But, I think my Greek experience was overall a good one. It provided me opportunities for campus involvement, social functions, and of course friendships that remain today.

Sorry, that wasn’t much of a story. So here’s one. More a memory really. Andy was a year or two older than me, but he took good care of the pledges (not everyone did); he was cool to everyone really. One of the pledges’ jobs was to wake everyone up, each guy at the time indicated by a little tag left outside the sleeping dorm. The thing about Andy was he slept with his eyes open. Wide open. So it was a little disconcerting for a timid pledge to approach this dude’s bunk, him lying there, eyes wide open. The other thing about Andy was that we woke up kind of violently, with arms flailing and a kind of startled grunt. Of course he didn’t wake easy; calling his name wouldn’t do; it required physical contact. So the very first time you wake Andy up, you’re creeped out because he’s staring at you as you approach, and then as you shake him he scares the crap out of you with his thrashing about. And then you’re still not sure if he’s awake because his eyes are open, but they were open before you got there. After the first time, I knew what was coming when I woke him, but I still had to steel my nerves as I put my hand on his shoulder, as he made me jump every time. Andy was killed by a drunk driver a few years ago. He was a great guy.