Welcome to the Virtual 340 Club: The truth; Thunderbird Motor Lodge:

The 3rd periodic 340 Club Reunion has been postponed indefinitely

Before there was an Animal House there was a 340 Club; before there was a Dean Wormer there was a Harold "the fuck" Martin; before there was John Blutarsky or a Daniel Simpson Day there was Tim Lutter, Sil Simpson, Dan Joyce, Tim Getzloff, Dick Lichty, Jim Shay, Phil Zangari, Chris Joyce, Dave Petkosh, Mitch Herr, Kenny Giltner, Dean Staherski, Randy Brown, John Emswiler, Sue Krimmell Emswiler and myself; before there were any Delta Tau Chi pledge pins, there were 340 Club cards; before Otis Day & the Knights, the 340 Jukebox; before there were Delta Brothers there were the usual gang of idiots that congregated at 328, 340 (twice) and 338 West King Street in Lancaster, Pennsylvania for a decade beginning in August 1974. This blog is dedicated to those idiots and those times. God bless Kenny, Mitch and Chris; may they rest in peace.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

The truth; Thunderbird Motor Lodge:

I read the article from T of our stay at the Thunderbird motor lodge (published 3/26/08) in which T lists 3 of the 5 that were staying in this room watched the trashing of the desk and reassembly (Chuck Daily and I were the other 2 at that time). T said in his story that I, Coach, had nothing to do with it. As I read your apology, reparation, and felt your “grief” to Phil and to the motel, I feel it is necessary to shed some truth and help you understand your statement “I still do not know why I did it”. Perhaps this may help:

We were all kicked back on the beds, consuming mass qty of beer and contraband, and we were all really peed off at the lack of performance by Chestnut Street. I recall cursing to you and Chuck about the game and the way “we” played. I grabbed my pants belt and swung it as hard as I could above my head and smashed the light and broke the bulb, causing a loud noise and some pyrotechnics. The glass was splattered all over the bed. You leaped up and started yelling and smashed the desk. Chuck then decided to help as I smiled, and watched one of the best trashing to a desk that I have seen, and of course, I had nothing to do with it...