Brass Balls

Most people probably feel their life isn't interesting enough to fill a book. My story is an exceptional one. I’ve decided to write down everything I remember of my college years. I don’t intend to offend or embarrass anyone. It’s been over 30 years since these events occurred, so I feel it's safe to tell you what happened.
It was an early September day, in 1978, when my brother and I crammed our stuff into my old blue 1970 Mustang and prepared to hit the road for college. Our belongings con...