When I was in college there was a building that was devoted to the ROTC program (but had a number of freshmen classes). As a freshman I used to visit that building twice a week. I was originally a poly sci major and that was the location of two large lecture halls. During that time I was introduced to the ongoing story of Fred a retelling of a religious doctrine featuring Fred as the deity. It was an interesting story and you waited for more chapters each week.
Over my years in college we gradually realized the mystery behind who was creating the story. It was a collaborative effort and we like so many other students joined in. It was a youthful expression of things that could be.
As I think back to those days I wonder why I didn’t relish that time more. I was in a rush to get out into the world and make my way. I guess it is part of growing up that you realize you left something on the table that you cannot return to get now.
I miss Fred. I wonder if his universe expanded beyond the 1980’s into the 90’s and beyond. Or did Fred, like so many other things simply fade to black – keeping the line from the Sound and the Fury by Faulkner relevant for another generation (“life is a tale told by an idiot. Full of sound and fury, it signifies nothing).