1974 – I am a year away from getting kicked out of University for not showing up to my classes, and my brother is studying to be a social worker at McMaster University. My dorm room at Huron Hall has become the closest thing to Party Central and there are always friends dropping by to chat and waste time. Like all campus housing, we had a Resident Assistant living on our floor – a pretty girl named Jane who, as it turns out, had also been friends with my brother a year earlier when he was at
Huron Hall was an off-campus dormitory; a refurbished motel that was purchased by the University. Each room had two double beds, two desks and chairs, two armoires, and a private bathroom! Although a bit more expensive, it was much better than the smaller, more cramped rooms on main campus where each floor shared a communal bathroom. And, perhaps best of all, Huron Hall was a co-ed dorm with boys in the even numbered rooms, and girls in the odd numbered ones. Jane was a budding geologist and in her final year at the University. She received tuition and a modest fee to oversee the 28 1st and 2nd year students in our dorm wing. Jane had braces… unusual for a 24 year old, but her infectious grin and beautiful high cheekbones more than made up for it. She was also a good listener!
Jane caught off guard
One weekend in May, my brother flew to
That Friday afternoon, while making my way back to Huron Hall on one of those rare Fridays when I actually went to school, a 4-door sedan pulled up beside me and one of the 3 guys in the car opened a window to talk. He said they were heading back over the bridge and didn’t want to risk being caught at the border with their small cache of marijuana and did I want it? He handed me a small package and I looked inside to find a small baggie of grass, some cigarette papers, and some tin foil for storage! Not being one to turn down some free weed, I gladly accepted the package with plans to give it to my brother – who probably appreciated it more than I did – and the 3 guys went on their way.
When I got to the dorm, I found Michael visiting with Jane and handed him the small package with a full explanation of what had just taken place. Knowing that the dorm was just exactly the wrong place to blaze up, Michael and Jane went over to
I didn’t see Michael for the rest of the night, nor did I see him at all on Saturday. On Sunday, a little after 12:00 noon, Michael phoned and said Gary was going to drive him to the airport for his return flight to Hamilton and would I like to go with them and Jane? I said I would like to go! So, after smoking what they could reasonably enjoy in a day and a half, Michael wrapped up the rest of the marijuana to enjoy at some later date.
Michael returned to appear in court and was given a suspended sentence. The judge apparently took pity on him for being a poor, university student with limited means and good intentions for the future. Besides, a conviction would have ruined his chances for a career in social work.
Barb arrived back in