I ran for UConn Student Senate in 1964 (won big time, you can fool some of the people all the time). On the day of the election, I and 4 or 5 other guys hopped the fence at about 5 in the morning and climbed to the top row to hang a huge sign telling people to vote for our party. It was big enough to be legible from pretty far away. Just as we finished, we could see a campus security cop turn into the driveway to go to the back of the old fieldhouse. We scrambled down the steps and hopped back over the fence just as he showed up. He asked us what we were doing - duh - and asked us for our names, never asking to see our student IDs. Taking our cue from the first guy, we all gave him names of candidates from the other party and he let us go. He never did have us take the sign down and it stayed there for most of the day until the wind shredded it.
Two other memories. I was in the football band for 2 years before I got into the political stuff. I played trumpet, but in that band I played the Sousaphone. Allan Gillespie. who was terrific, always had the band do a leaning backward prance onto the field. It seemed always to be windy and damn if the wind there didn't catch in the huge bell of the Sousaphone and made me hold on for dear life not to fall backward during the prance. The other is the year after I'd left the band and my parents came up for Parent's Day. UConn had a fb game against Vermont that we went to. It deluged the whole game. We sat there through a drenching 3/4 of what wound up being a miserable scoreless tie because nobody could do anything in the quagmire.
