I don't know how it happened. Really, I don't. I was a student at the University of Buffalo, located, of all places, in Buffalo, New York. I guess that's why they called it the University of Buffalo? The year was mid-1960s.
Every word of this story is true. Maybe embellished a little to satisfy my creative urge. But it's a story I remember as if it were yesterday. Then again, maybe it was. In the scheme of things. You'll laugh. A lot. You'll remember. A lot. You might even want to go back to college. Well, that might be a bit of a stretch!