Category Archives: memories from being a dumb college kid


It was just as much a part of summer vacation as boating and skiing and sunning and swimming were. In fact, for one week each summer, it was the mandatory nightly routine. The cottage was small.  Painfully small for two … Continue reading

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smooth and cool

Hey friends from The Red Dress Club.  It’s me, Katie Sluiter of Sluiter Nation.  I’m over here today with my post because I just felt it fit here since it’s about my past before becoming a Sluiter.  I will probably … Continue reading

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I’m Still Alive

It isn’t my “first rodeo” as the saying goes, but the anticipation and excitement never gets stale. The floor is packed.  I am shoulder to shoulder with some huge guys.  Some of whom I know will be missing their shirts … Continue reading

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the first time around.

The first time I saw him he was sitting on a stool, sort of leaning his 6′ 4″ hulking football player body forward with his elbows on his knees behind the customer service desk at Family Fare. His hat was … Continue reading

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Love in An Elevator

I’m not really a fan of elevators. But today I found myself in one that I almost never take. My regular routine for arriving at the college where I teach was interrupted today since I needed to make a detour … Continue reading

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