Ah Gregbo, it’s good to know some things never change!
This past weekend Rick, Chris, Steve, Greg, Jim and I, collectively known as “Old Guys” or perhaps more appropriately “Creepy Old Guys”, revisited our youth. We met in Dayton at the Marriott (we can afford to stay there these days) on Saturday afternoon, had a few beers at the hotel bar and then headed out to hit the old haunts.
The first stop was Brown St. What was a street of old, run-down buildings with bars & shops is now a newly renovated, fancy brick-facade row of shops and bars. One of the shops is Flyer Spirit, essentially a swag annex to the bookstore. We dropped in there so Steve could continue the brainwashing of his poor, impressionable children. Within about 2 minutes the rest of us were predictably bored, so we, also predictably, left Steve to his t-shirt shopping and headed to one of the few shops that was there when we went to school – Second Time Around. When we last did this reunion thing in 2002 we had stopped in and it had undergone a major renovation vs “the old days” so it was nothing to new to most of us, except Chris. Chris was busy being a good Dad and husband since his daughter was about 2 weeks old when we were there last so his were the only eyes doing the whole “wow” thing at that place. Rick of course bought a couple of CD’s – an “old” Nickelback disc and something else I don’t recall. From there we walked across the street to the Bar Formerly Known As The Shed and had a beer. It too had undergone a remodeling that we had experienced in ’02, if one less impressive than Second Time Around’s. The “Miller Lite” they served either wasn’t, or they hadn’t cleaned the lines in months, so we moved on after 1.
We walked up Woodland to see a house that Chris had spent a semester in with a couple of friends and then headed onto campus, walking by the Garden Apartments where we lived at the end of our UD Experience, remembering our youthful housemate Raoul “Ed” Inesta. A big “hey dude” to Ed, wherever you be. We headed to the Kennedy Union in search of our next beer, but even though the bowling alley & pools tables were open, the bar was closed. Wrong, so very, very wrong. Of course there wasn’t a bar in the place when we were there, so we were used to that and moved on. The next stop was the new rec center… oh my what a place. What was “The PAC” in our day is now that incredible, modern facility, complete with a smoothies bar of course. Just.. wow.
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