1958. Missed finals altogether. On the way to Alta Utah for a short ski trip with 2 fraternity brothers we stopped in Vegas and won on craps ....bigtime. I was only 18, looked 15 and loaded with false ID. We stayed two weeks with our new found fortune. Whoops! Went to work at North American Aviation as a classified mail carrier. A glorified mail room boy with clearance to have a breifcase hand cuffed to my wrist and I met an Airforce jet on the tarmack at LAX everyday, climbed up a ladder and the pilot would unlock the cuff with his key and take the briefcase after giving me a halfass salute. At 18....that was cool! That was pre Viet Nam and I have no idea what I was giving him.
Year later re-applied to USC with lots of alumni pull and got in on probation. Helped form the SCaffold off campus humor magazine. Sort of like the Harvard Lampoon but better. We attacked the school administration and every other campus establishment. Popular with the student body...not so popular with the Dean of Men. Chit! Bye bye USC......hello UCLA night school (8 years), marriage to the girl next door (true), kid immediatly and have been of all crazy things....a USC fan ever since. Go figure?