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Thursday, October 8, 2009

Cloyne Court, Episode Fifteen


Cloyne Court, Episode 15
By Dodie Katague
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Rated "R" by the Author.

Based on a true story that took place in Berkeley, California in the late 1970s.

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Alan was also overweight. Not obese, but fat enough for women to scan a group of young men and unconsciously not give him a second glance. Alan admitted, “Getting into a fraternity is like going out on a blind date. You keep wondering as you're talking to these guys whether they’re going to call you for a second date.

“I asked the recruiting chairman at the Pi Delta Phi's frat house what type of members they're looking for and he said it was a Je ne sais quoi feeling. I don't even know what that means."

"And how do you feel when you meet them?" I asked. The feeling had to be mutual if there was going to be any chance for a long-term relationship.

"All I get is a stomachache and gas." He punctuated his point with an explosive example.

On the final day of Rush Week, after Alan received no bids from any fraternity, he said in a pique of sour grapes, "I don't know why I wanted to join a fraternity. I'll have better luck losing my cherry in a place where I can shower with naked women and watch them sunbathe nude in the backyard than at some snobby fraternity."

His admission to me that he was a virgin bonded us in mutual support and common need. It overcame our different upbringing and culture. And if we hadn’t looked like Laurel and Hardy standing next to each other, the boys in room 4C might have been more successful in our endeavors.

Room 4C was a ground-floor triple room on the north side of the building. Trees shaded the large set of double-hung windows with thick black security bars bolted to the outside window frame, so even on the sunniest days the room rarely received any natural light. The windows had no curtains, which permitted any passersby a full and unintentional view of a room with its false ceiling of water-stained acoustical tiles, a cold linoleum floor, and fake wood paneling on three of the walls. Each of the three occupants claimed possessory rights to one wall. We decorated and furnished the room with what we could scrounge like the plastic milk crates stolen from a Seven-Eleven store; red bricks and pine-board shelves giving it an eclectic early college, post prison ambience.

I didn't put up my Cheryl Tiegs and Farah Fawcett Majors posters I had in my room during high school. I was a college man now, not some pimply adolescent groupie having wet dreams about television idols. Instead, whatever I exhibited would have to reflect my experience, my good taste, and be a conversation piece. My walls were bare.

Instead, I had one of my artistic color photos of my best friend Jeanette in a five-by-seven black frame on my dresser. I hoped the picture would lead to a conversation about my photography and of course, the women who came by my room to see my artwork would learn about the talented, sensitive, caring, Renaissance man I was, or trying to become. Who knows what would happen? Weren’t women looking for that type of man?

Alan decorated his section of the room with the same panache. What would create the most attention for women to notice us? He used his first scholarship check to buy the most powerful stereo system he could piece together and placed the two five-foot tall, floor speakers in each corner. He put on his shelves the Marantz turntable, a Sony preamp/tuner, and the envy of audiophiles everywhere, a TEAC dual cassette deck player, the newest technology in the market at the time. When Alan cranked up the volume, no one in the house was spared.


Watch out for publication of Cloyne Court sometime in November, 2009

2 comments:

Susie J said...

Hey! I don't know if you are in the area, but Cloyne was recently renovated and there is a grand reopening ceremony with a barbeque on October 17th, 2009.

More info:
www.bsc.coop/cloyne

Would love to see you there! I'm sure everyone would love to hear your stories in person.

Jennifer Heller
Co-op Alumni Association
www.jenniferheller.com

David B Katague said...

Hi Susie: I am Dodie,s dad. He is in the area, if you want to invite him sent him an e-mail directly. His e-mail can be found in the Authors Den of Three Clover Press website.

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