Mike - I want to hear more about your college room mate.
Steve, that was unclear; my nieces college roommate Loandra paddled bow in the Sockeye. Between the two of them they had a total of 4 hours on one training run behind them. In that boat or any other boat.
That training run was memorable. A small group of Duckhead racers did a practice day on the upper Conowingo Pool. Including a difficult attainment up a narrows. Laura and Loandra pulled into an eddy half way up at the fastest part and friend Dave, a very accomplished canoeist paddling behind them, shouted advice as he powered past.
OK, this part may be tricky, hit it hard here and carve to the glub-glub-glub.
He went over in a heartbeat, discharging a yardsale of runaway gear. Laura and Loandra looked at me with an expression of speechless wonder, and I assured them they did not want to do that.
You do not even want to get me started on my history of roommates. From ages 16 to 29 I was renting unfinished basements and attics, unheated rooms in decrepit mansions, oddball rooming houses and one 12 foot wide 2 story row house that we stuffed 5 people and 2 large German shepherds into.
I have stayed in touch with most of my roomies from those years. For some reason many of them were struggling musicians or artists, weird but worth knowing.
Except the Iranian students. 1978/79 was an interesting time to have four Iranian roommates named Mohammad, Mohammad, Mohammad and Cirrus (
Sear-uss)
Cirrus was a decent fellow; I have wondered how his return to revolutionary Iran turned out 40 years later.
Mohammad, Mohammad and Mohammad were dicks, and I never knew who the dang phone was for.
