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.

















virtual 340 Club members

Monday, December 17, 2007

Heating The 328 Club

Primitive is the best word to describe the "system". It consisted of a furnace in the basement and One (1) heating duct - a large opening in the center of the living room. The theory that heat rises is correct. Unfortunately, heat doesn't spread out horizontally very well, and it doesn't go up stairwells either. To reach my room, the heat would have had to gu up two sets of stairs, then make a hard right turn. It didn't. 

So, the living room was basically the only warm spot in the house. Space heaters were the only invention that made habitation of the third floor, occupied by the Red Fox (front) and me (back) possible.  

Our beloved cat at 340 was Hoppity Hooper. 
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2 comments:

Tee said...

Thanks for that memory refreshing trip down the lane. I needed it; cuz I couldn't remember who lived next to me ... you or Tim. So you were on the 3rd floor, coulda fooled me. I suppose I wasn't sober too often during that year.

December 17, 2007 at 2:01 PM
Anonymous said...

I'm somewhat ashamed to say that we used to put pieces of meat right in the dead center of that heating grate. Just out of Champ's reach, no matter which way he approached. And I'm not sure how smart Champ was, but he was smart enough to know not to step on the grate. It used to drive him crazy. He was so happy and excited to see the meat but then he couldn't get it. Hilarious. I think that usually within a few minutes he managed to lean out far enough to snare the treat, so I guess it wasn't too cruel.

December 17, 2007 at 5:49 PM

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