The Michigan Daily-Thursday September 7, 1978-Page 17 Daily Photo by JOHN KNOX Ie a soments By JAY LEVIN Every Thursday during my junior year, Rick, Alan or I would cook meatloaf for dinner. It wasn't just any meatloaf, mind you. Ours contained meat, mustard, soy sauce, ketchup and just about anything that wasn't nailed down. Alan had a great Pyrex baking dish and we'd shape the meatloaf into a mound-like figure, shove it into the oven and forget about it until smoke would start oozing from the oven door. Every time we'd take it out, we'd notice that the Pyrex dish would be half-filled with thick, amber grease. We knew what caused this phenomenon - our chopped meat was the cheapest mix- ' ture ,available at Kroger - but we never bothered to buy a better grade. ,All we'd do was drain the grease into a glass, walk to the balcony door, open it, step outside and hurl the grease onto Lawrence Avenue. . ONCE WE poured it, between the wooden slats of our balcony and it lan- ded on the hot coals of our neighbors' Hibachi. That started a smoky fire and our neighbors rushed onto their balcony in pandemonium. They couldn't figure out how in the world their Hibachi had ' ignited. We thought that was hysterical and enjoyed a hearty laugh that night as we ate our meatloaf and Tater Tots. I'm a college graduate now land I no longer hurl kitchen grease out the door. College graduates aren't supposed to do things like that. In fact, I no longer eat meatloaf because I live alone, and have you ever tried to cook a meatloaf for one person? I miss that junior year meatloaf. I -ihiss the wetched amber grease, the noxious ingredients and the Pyrex dish that wouldn't come clean. And I miss eating it with Rick and Alan in the frightfully small dining area at 415 E. Lawrence, Apt. 12. IT'S EASY TO reel off a list of things I miss about the University of Michigan. I miss grape cordials from Drake's, Community Book Center, stimulating lectures, the Diag, Angell Hall's pillars, fragels, football and The Michigan Daily. Yeah, I miss those things. And I'd even pay good money to eat them, touch them or visit them again. But it's the things I can't revisit - eating meatloaf with Rick and Alan, for instance - that I miss the most. I can't revisit the night Mike Rosenblatt threw up at a party over my finest winter coat nor the time I got revenge by doing the same on his bathroom floor. That'll never happen again. True, I did some strange things in Ann Arbor. I vividly recall a Halloween night of debauchery when I fell down a flight of steps, smashed open my head and sprained an ankle. I had to spend a week hobbling around on crutches with a little marshmallow-like bandage snuggled on my head. I remember this :because it wasn't only painful, but pain- fully funny. I RECALL locking myself inside a study carrel at the Grad. Library and climbing over into an adjacent one to flee. I recall locking myself inside a windowless bathroom I had just cleaned with ammonia, escaping only after a resourceful roommate broke .down the door. And how can I forget returning to my dorm room on my 18th birthday and being abducted by ten hallmates who carried me into the bathroom and dropped me, fully clothed, into a bathtub filled with ice water? But I recall, too, the less madcap moments. Long hours spent drawing layouts and editing copy at The Michigan Daily. Drinking tea with the neighbors while doing my laundry. Cramming for an exam' I knew I'd bot- ch, but doing OK in the end. Window- shopping along South University after classes to kill the afternoon. Running into friends and sitting for an hour chat- ting with them over ice cream. And, of course, my last night in Ann Arbor. I spent it with my first University friend, Mike Rosenblatt (of vomit fame). We played pinball, walked along the Diag, and recalled over hot chocolate at Drake's the day we had met four years earlier and the friendship that followed. I went home that night to my empty apartment and packed my last bag. And I cried. I miss all those moments because, without them, my education would have been a four-year wake. And I cherish them even more than my dazzling 3.201 grade point and the B.A. in economics that is now framed alongside my Dad's B.B.A. 1,300 miles away. So, enjoy the 'U' and don't forget to make your own moments. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm in the mood to cook myself a nice, greasy meatloaf. Just for old times' sake. Jay Levin, a former Daily editor and 1978 University graduate, is a reporter living in Florida. Eden's Alley Deli Eden's Deli offers an inexpensive natural foods lunch and dinner menu featuring a variety of sandwiches, soups, main dishes, desserts, and baked goods. 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