We drove allllll the way from the "other" Husky coast [Puyallup, WA southeast of Seattle] to visit family and friends in New England and made sure we stopped at the Dairy Barn. We went to UCONN in 73/74, lived in Manchester for 40 years and followed UCONN WBB since 1992; Jason Lobo, Rebecca's brother, was in my law school class. It has changed dramatically since 1973!Lol. Dairy Bar is always at the top of our list! If we're in New England and within 50 miles of Storrs, we'll detour just to renew the acquaintance.
Lived in Connecticut for about 4 years.
Wait, the package stores used to deliver to your dogs? And you used to let your dogs drink? Oh, and how did they even use a phone to call for the deliveries?bringing the family pet Labradors up for weekends, where they cavorted in the campus ponds and invited themselves in to my homesick dormmates' rooms for surprise (and very welcome) visits; and having the local package store deliver orders placed via a simple phone call
Ha, yep.. it’s true. I’ve posted about it in the past. Way back. I lived there while I worked for that 4 letter TV network that a lot of people hate. Lol
Hmmm, I’m seeing those ratings posts in a whole new light.Ha, yep.. it’s true. I’ve posted about it in the past. Way back. I lived there while I worked for that 4 letter TV network that a lot of people hate. Lol
You should see them today. The control room looks like the starship Enterprise. No more Clark Gable hanging on to the periscope training handles. Actually, no more periscopes.No.....the Navy use to drive me home after assignments were completed and unit was somewhere else most of the time.
What really struck me was the difference between the submarines that my Dad was on during WWII in the Pacific and being on one of the ones in the early 80's.
You know, he told me, but I do not think that I remember correctly. It was some sort or fish. It was commissioned in 1942. Barb or Drum. He never talked about it until I came home from Viet Nam when we were just sitting together. He said that you can hear a click click when the depth charge was going to explode.You should see them today. The control room looks like the starship Enterprise. No more Clark Gable hanging on to the periscope training handles. Actually, no more periscopes.
Can I ask what boat your father served on?
The rocket launcher comment leads me to believe that the boat was USS Barb (SS-220). If it was Barb then your father served on a very famous sub in the Pacific. The boat was captained by Eugene Fluckey who was awarded four Navy Crosses and the Medal of Honor. Fluckey wrote a book "Thunder Below" that gives a fascinating account of Barb's exploits.You know, he told me, but I do not think that I remember correctly. It was some sort or fish. It was commissioned in 1942. Barb or Drum. He never talked about it until I came home from Viet Nam when we were just sitting together. He said that you can hear a click click when the depth charge was going to explode.
He tried to enlist on December 8th. and told to come back on the 17th, because of the volume of men wanting to enlist. He left on Jan 1, 1942, went through basic and then sub school. His boat left in the summer of 1942 after it was commissioned. Not sure, but he said that it might have gone to North Africa first, then the Pacific or I am just mistaken. He said that when refitting they put rockets on the deck getting ready for the invasion. He came home in December 1945.
Not a safety school for us, it was more like an affordable school.I’m incredibly impressed by what the university has become. When I graduated high school, it was a little more than a suitcase college that was a safety school for many. I chose to go to school out of state. It’s unbelievable to me that UConn is now a first choice school and admissions are competitive.
Thank you for not slapping me…my post sounded so arrogant. I really didn’t mean it to be, either. (I went to college in Vermont…I have a permanent affection for the entire state.)Not a safety school for us, it was more like an affordable school.
At some point UConn began to acquire a reputation for being quite a party school.I was on campus about a week before the end of the world party for an accounting society awards program as an alum representing our CPA firm. When we walked by Stowe an empty beer keg was thrown out an upstairs window. Needless to say I wasn’t surprised to hear about the party.