Zeta Pitchfork

I had dinner last night with 8 of my Syracuse Zeta Psi fraternity brothers, a few of whom I have not seen in 25 years or so. I’m not one to wax philosophical but it always amazes me how time evaporates in these types of moments. It was like we just saw each other yesterday or that we see each other all the time. The memories, the drinking stories, tales of other brothers, the dirty songs, all of it comes rushing back.

So to the 8 (and what became 9) of you that where there last night and to my other brothers who could not make it, I salute you. It is with great pride that I tell you that you helped me become what I am today…the same obnoxious asshole I was in college.