SHE SAID:
It was a dark and stormy night.
OK, not really.
It was a beautiful sunny day in Savannah in March 1992. I had started a new job as communications coordinator at SCAD, and my office was on the third floor of Kanter Hall (now Morris Hall).
My predecessor was a pack rat, and I wanted to make a clean start. I loaded up two boxes with old files and put in a work order to have a member of the facilities crew move them to storage in Wallin Hall.
A couple of days later, a posse of guys in weight belts filed into my office looking for the boxes listed on the work order.
Smart ass that I am, I said, “It takes all of you to move two boxes?”
HE SAID
“The message we got was to pick up boxes. It could have been 100.”
She was very nicely dressed in a skirt, I remember. Nothing more attractive than a nicely dressed smart mouth. James G. still calls her “swift mouth.” I was in charge of the facilities crew that included James G., Brenon, Eggy, Patrick, Brian, Rambo, Joseph, Joel, James R. and Jimbo.
Here is some of the crew: James, Brenon, me, Patrick, Jimbo and Joel. Those were the days of James’ jheri curl. What can I say about the grease? Notice Pat’s weight belt. He was so skinny, I can’t believe we even found one to fit him.
Here is a later picture of the crew, circa 1993 or so.
Me, Joel, Jimbo, Wolverine, Brenon, Rambo, Bear, James, Alex, Brian, Patrick and Joel.
SHE SAID
I think he brought all those guys with him that day. I remember he led the way, followed closely by James and Joseph. He and James are both tall fellows, well over 6 feet. I felt dwarfed, plus silly that they were all there for just two boxes. They took the boxes and left, but it would not be the last time I saw the Weight Belt Brigade.
Up next: The pursuit begins
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