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I like to touch base with some of
my, you know, URI graduates
down here in southwest Florida,
and this is the closest to my house,
this is the one I always come to.
If I have a chance, I go to the others
which are a little further south.
But at least once a year I want to
touch base with my graduate friends.
As a freshman the girls had to be in
I believe it was 8:30 during the week,
and then on Friday nights and
Saturday nights it was eleven o'clock.
Friday it was eleven I guess
and Saturday was one o'clock I think.
Sunday I don't remember.
And then the house mother use to have
to come down with the key if you came late
and you got written up.
You got a demerit, you got a demerit.
Did you ever get written up?
No.
I swear!
Coach Keaney.
I mean, having grown up in Kingston and such,
going to all the games,
and at that point the kids were always there
with their feet hanging over or
if you sat behind the coach,
who stood for a lot of good things.
He didn't "boo," sportsmanship was a big thing,
and he always honored women.
So that goes back a long time.
I was up late studying for a test the next day
with a bunch of engineers,
and it came on TV that the president
was blockading Hubert,
so right off the bat the campus
had a big *** raid.
Now this was a *** raid in 1963.
All the guys got out, went around the girls dorms
and yelled, "we want ***!"
and they threw them out to us.
That was the risque thing they did in those days.