Omega Mu Voice: Jay L. Clement, 1982

Omega Mu Voice
Jay L. Clement,
1982

No tale about life in the house would be complete without reminiscing about time spent in the Ram. The Ram was one of the few spaces in the house that the general populace rarely saw or even knew about, yet it was a vital element of the overall house experience. Remember the horror on your mother’s face as you showed your parents where you slept for that obligatory parents’ weekend tour? “Why are the windows wide open?” “Would that ladder really work?” “Why are there no alarm clocks?” “Do boys bring girls up here?” “It’s not really.......that clean.” But to those of us that got to experience the privilege of spending most of our non-waking moments embraced by its exalted, dark wood partitioned, and often frigid walls, it was an
experience like no other. 

"But to those of us that got to experience the privilege of spending most of our non-waking moments embraced by its exalted, dark wood partitioned, and often frigid walls, it
was an experience like no other." 

How Brothers Farrar, Bean, and Rizzatello decided that a road trip to Smithfield or was it Norridgewock to attend a mid-week livestock auction was better than doing homework or attending an 11 to 2 we’ll leave to others to relate, but they returned with a purchased piglet which they temporarily housed in the basement. 

Stephen E. Farrar and Ricky M. Bean

James M. Rizzitello

Francis W. Shaboski, Jr.

In the middle of the night Brother Shaboski stole the piglet from its basement pen and threw it upon the sleeping form of Phil Hannan. 

Philip J. Hannan III

In terror, Phil punched the piglet and it escaped to scamper throughout the Ram....“Pitter, patter...pitter, patter, snort... repeated itself until some of us groggily opened our eyes to see (under one of the few hallway lights)...a piglet. A pig? Who? What? What the fuck, it’s a pig!!”

“What if the space be long and wide,
That parts us from our brother’s side
A soul-joined chain unites our band,
And memory links us hand in hand.”
(Phi Gamma Delta fraternity song)

Fraternally,
Chip Chapman, ’82
​Perge