In October of 1996, my old friend Louis Tully stopped by the University of Redlands to pay me a visit.  I hadn't seen him in years, and I didn't quite know what to expect.  All I remembered was that he was a somewhat zany guy...kind of a quiet loner.

I snapped this shot of him as he entered the Fairmont Hall basement that day:

He looked the same as he did in high school!  I couldn't believe it!  He had told me recently that he was attending Yale and studying accounting.  He definitely looked the part - I mean that in the best of ways.

Louis had that same old confused look.

In fact, when he was walking up to greet me, he nearly ran into the camera.  Did I mention he was a bit of a clumsy nebbish?

Then he pulled the old "somebody let me in!" gag from high school.  That always killed me!!!

We went over to the School Of Music and hung out with some of my friends there.  Louis got a little inspired and started dancing.  I kind of just hid under the table at this point.

Then we went and ate dinner at the Irvine Commons.  We were sitting there chowing down on cheeseburgers - the "last resort" comestible at the U of R - when Louis excused himself to go to the bathroom.  He was gone an unusally long amount of time - about twenty minutes.  Did he fall in or something?  I was about to get up and go look for him, when suddenly I noticed something moving outside the commons bay window.  It was Louis, doing that old "somebody let me in!" routine for the entire commons!  That old card!

I was laughing my arse off when I saw Louis turn around and slump down in front of the window, as if he'd been knocked out.  Heh heh!  A nice touch!

The laughter would soon end though.  Nothing would prepare me for the frightening revelation I was about to make...

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