Our story left off as our heroes discovered the true date of the TICKERTAPE PARADE, and had just set out to make frenzied plans in the scant eighteen hours before its start.

Step One: Find other people.

We hurriedly made a mental list of all the Yankees fans we knew; a shockingly short list, as baseball is still rather unpopular here.  Still, we searched exhaustively throughout the dormitory for anyone who wished to attend a historical event for the small cost of gas money and train fare.  But much like Solomon in the book of Ecclesiastes (7:28), we found but one righteous man among one thousand.  (Unlike Solomon, we didn't even bother trying the women.)  That one man was Eric Hamlin, once a Shen inhabitant and forever a Yankee fan.  Two others said they would/might go, but in the end, they allowed circumstances to prohibit their attendance, the fools.

Step Two: Find transportation.

Vreeland planned on driving.  But driving where?  Any attempt at driving into Manhattan and parking there on the day of the TICKERTAPE PARADE would be on a scale with streaking across Broadway and jumping onto Mayor Giuliani's float.  Unwise, at best.  My roommate's girlfriend has family in Mount Vernon, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to go (and didn't, giving a pathetic excuse involving a sociology paper).  He wasn't keen on asking them, anyway.  This left us with the lone option of Vreeland's home in Shelton, Connecticut - a 330 minute car ride from Houghton and a thirteen dollar train ride from Grand Central Station.  After several attempts at coaxing prices and times out of a purely Satanic voice mail system, I finally located the necessary information on the Internet.  We could take the first train from the closest station at 5:09 AM, and arrive in NYC at 6:27 sharp.

This would involve leaving in less than three hours at that point, but we could handle that, we thought.  But what was that nagging thought in the back of my mind??  What was it about Friday that might conflict with our plans??

Then, it hit me, hit me like a garbage bag full of tomato soup, a garbage bag heaved from a 10th-floor window, a 10th-floor window  directly above my head.

What hit me exactly??

-- TO BE CONTINUED --

Part Four

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
|  Round 1 |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |
|  11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
|  Intro  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |

Journey to Jersey I
|  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |   6  |  7  |  8  |
|  9  |  10  |  11  |  12  |  13  |  14  |
|  15  |  16  |  17  |  18  |  19  |  20  |

An Epic Saga
|  Act  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |  16  |

Christian Rock Email

Freshman Room Draw
|  Part One  |  Two  |
|  Three  |  Four  |  Five  |