Roxanne, you don’t have to put on the red light . . .
I was a member of a swanky sorority at Emory for about five minutes. I was enamored with three older girls who had played Rizzo, Frenchy and Patty to my Sandy in the Emory Ad Hoc theater performance of Grease, and I was flattered that cool girls wanted to be friends with a country mouse like me. I mean, some of the girls in their sorority smoked cigarettes, and some had boyfriends whose families owned private jets. But I quit the sorority during my sophomore year. Read more