It does appear so. I lived on campus Freshman and Soph yr. So many a night was spent at the Rathskeller (sp) on campus. Or the bar right across the st. When I moved off campus, I only spent almost every Fri, Sat, and many Thurs at the Lark.

When I lived on campus, I lived in Indian quad. And got a kitchen job there for the last 2 yrs. So I met a lot of "townies" I got along with. Ocassionally when to their haunts too.

>Other than the fact that we seem to disagree on things much, you and I may have lived the same life. Did you ever hang out at the Lark Tavern in Albany? I worked for AHRC there for a couple years. Lived off of Madison Avenue.
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>And I spent a very memorable couple weeks in Boulder, Denver and Greeley back in 1984. Loved Boulder. Oh, and my girfriend's friend's father was a doctor and owned a beautiful home on the side of a mountain in Estes Park. Absolutely breathtaking views.
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>>Oh man, both u and Jay are bringing back memories now.
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>>After spending the summer at CU, I returned to Albany to graduate. But I still had a sweet spot for Boulder. So after graduating, I called up the people I worked with at Old Chicago pizza on Pearl St. and got my old job back....in the Video Arcade half of the restaurant.
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>>One of the benies of working in the Video Arcade was that there was a loft there and a stereo was setup in the loft. It played in both the arcade and the restaurant, casette tapes.
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>>So some of use brought in our own tapes to play while we worked. i worked a deal with a used record store so I could rent albums and really build my tape collection. I'm not certain, but I believe the store was "Trade a Tape and Records" that I had the deal with. If I'm not mistaken there were 2 used album stores on the hill and Trade a Tape sounds familiar.
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>>>There was a theatre on the hill in boulder that specialized in indy and international films. It was one of the most popular places to go. Also there were many coffee and tea (sassafras and sarsaparilla) houses on the hill. I remember Boulder mostly as a college town with a lot of parties and drugs and a whole lot of new age hippies into health. That was during my time as a new age religion nut into being a vegan, no sugar or impurities. This is probably before your time < Smile >, but the popular "Trade a Tape and Records" was owned by my uncle. I painted the sign outdoors.
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>>>>There was one thing that happened back then that I've wondered about every once in awhile.
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>>>>I got one good thing out of the experience. Discovering Colorado. I looked at my schedule in August. Saw I had to be back to NY for school Sept 3rd or so. So I decided to quit my restaurant job the middle of Aug or so. At the time Greyhound bus was all over. I could by a 2 week pass for a couple hundred and take Greyhound all over for a couple weeks.
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>>>>I started talking to people asking about placed to visit in Colorado in case I had a couple days to kill. Everyone mentioned Boulder, which I had never heard about before. I forgot about it after returning to NY. One day I was wondering the aisles of the Library and I saw a book sticking out in the reference section. It was the course catalog for Univ of Colorado at Boulder. I saw stars then.
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>>>>There was a Finance class I had to take at Albany that only one teacher taught and I didn't hear such good things about him. So I thought that would be a perfect excuse to head back to CO. Go to summer school at Boulder and take the Finance class.
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>>>>One day I was walking thru a park close to school and I see the blue case of books by a bench. I look up and there's a rather hot looking girl sitting at the bench with the books. So I go over and start talking to her. I ended up going to see Star Wars that nite with her.
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>>>>It turned out that even thou she was 19 or 20 she was married. She got hitched to a guy I remember from the yr before when I sold books who was totally into it. She kind of knew about me cause her husband took over my territory and he was upset cause in my distaste for the selling, I picked and chose what houses to visit. So I visited far more streets then I should have in 2 weeks.
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>>>>I ended up having a great time hanging out with this girl for the rest of the summer. I guess her hubby was totally into the book selling thing.
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>>>>But in my nieve state at that age, I didn't know how to handle a married woman, so I never pursued anything with her.
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>>>>Ah, the good ole days.
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>>>>>That's when I first learned how to handle rejection from someone I didn't know. And on a large scale. You learn to just forget it and move on to the next one. Easier said than done, of course, but after awhile it just rolls off. I remember what triggered my quitting. Two main things. I walked out one morning at 10am - very late as the constant pushing was starting to wear on me - and it had just rained. The clock on bank said something like 110 degrees and there was something pretty close to steam coming off the sidewalk. The day before I had sold a full set of books to a poor woman (literally) with a couple of kids who I knew couldn't afford it. The last thing I did was stop by her house on the way to the Greyhound station and give her back her check. They were great books, but not for the $125 she didn't have. Kind of a sucky way to make money. Be glad you didn't go through with it.
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>>>>>>I think mine was 77. I don't remember the details like you. Probably explains why I only lasted 2 weeks. I was getting frustrated to begin with and not having too much fun. One day near the end of the 2nd week I was walking up to a house where a lady was sitting outside sunning herself. As soon as she sees me she says "I don't want any". Since I was frustrated by that time, I got into a mini argument with her by that point.
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>>>>>>We talked for a while. She said something about some friends of hers going up to Central City for the summer and earning enough for a long vacation the next summer. So I went up there that weekend. Unfortunately, I was 19 I think, so I couldn't work in a bar to make the big bucks. So I ended up with a kitchen job for the summer.
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>>>>>>>That was the same one. It was in Nashville. Not sure when you went, but mine was the summer of 1979. This really tall and dark guy - he always had very dark circles under his eyes and his name was Dave - is the one who led the training. Taught us all those tricks like having your hand on the door handle while you wiped your feet on the mat so they would more likely open the door. Also, the one of dropping the pen as you hand them the order pad so they would have it in their hand already when they took the pad. Sounds stupid, but it worked. I stayed until mid-August then I just couldn't take it any more.
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>>>>>>>>I think that was the same as mine. I think it was somewhere in Tn we had to drive to from NY for our week of "training", before they assigned us our territories.
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>>>>>>>>The only part of that I remember was the last day when they announced where each group was going to go. The head of my group stood up and said that our group was going to some place in Alabama I've never heard of. The next group was going to Vegas. Then the last group was going to Seattle.
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>>>>>>>>Then the first guy stood up and said "Ha ha. Just kiding. Our group was going to Denver". The 2nd group was going to the boonies, but I don't recall where since by that point I didn't hear anything else. My group was going crazy. The second group let out a collective huge groan.
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>>>>>>>>>That's how I got to know Tuscan, AZ when I was a sophomore. What company did you (almost) sell for? Mine was Southwestern Educational books.
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>>>>>>>>>>I got to Denver the first time during the summer between soph and junior yr of college. Selling books door to door. Which lasted for all of 2 weeks. Then I just hung out in Denver for a week before getting a kitchen job in Central City, at the time a tourist trap mountain town. Now a gambling spot.