Memories of...The Showers                                                                                                     

Perry Lamy

These pictures [at right were] taken in the early Fall of 1972, 3 degree semester, Friday night before a SAMI inspection...when the dam broke, we trashed the hallway and a couple of doolie rooms in 11th Squadron (I think they had just finished buffing). The Squadron CC (Class of 73) who had earlier told us not to do this came in, looked at the mess, and walked out looking pissed, and never said a word. (He was a good guy and we knew we had screwed up).

 

Hoss Erving

One Saturday night when we were 3 degrees in 13th – the Group AOC and Capt Welty restricted the whole squadron when they found a disassembled motorcycle in the firstie locker room, the Squadron First Sgt (Jim Luntz '74 as I recall) having a refrigerator in his closet, a couple of TVs, and assorted other heinous crimes. I thought Welty was going to cry.

Anyway, I remember the CQ from 15th came up about 2230 and wondered if we had any leaking pipes in our central latrine because they had water dripping out of the elevator shaft and out of the ceiling over their CQ desk (which sat out in the hall right beneath our latrine). I can't remember who our CQ was, but he did say something about "no leaky pipes" just as Norm Sipe ('74) walked out of our center latrine in swim fins, mask, and SCUBA tank. I think we got the water up to about 5 feet deep before Pete Bonani ('76) came out of his room (next to the latrine) to complain about the water flowing through his room from the wall next to the john.

 

Mike Magee

We had a couple of "white water rafting trips" in the showers! A sidewise table covered in plastic garbage bags, plug up the shower and, presto! – a six man raft with oars 3 - 4 feet high in water!! An awesome sight. Good times until the dam broke . . . wooosh . . . a waterfall cascading down the hall into CS-27. Oh well

Also . . . we had NO carpeting back in the purple A-jacket days, and the floors were buffed, right? One Saturday night during yet ANOTHER restriction, we soaked the floor with water, and proceeded to have a contest between '75, '76' & '77 on who or whom could slide the furthest down the hallway towards the Grim Reapers, naked, with only the use of soap on one’s tush to combat friction, and consequently gain velocity! (Not a bad description from a Life Sci guy, huh?)

Well, the contest was going alive and well, when in the midst of the competition, a female officer (a what?) came wandering down the side hallway and got quite a sight! No one heard "female in the area" or anything! Imagine that! But I'll never forget the look on her face, as she gazed upon us 30+ naked sliders. As she was exiting down the stairway, one of our juniors was "sliding" by, and still managed a salute, greeting her with a loud "Good Evening, Ma’am!" as he passed her by! She was horrified, and we laughed our soapy asses off! Must be time for the Family Subs delivery!

 


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