Ah! those were the days. The Pledge Master of my fraternity owned a
fifty-something
Morris Minor. One late Saturday night, we took down the 3 foot brick wall that
surrounded the patio of the Fraternity House, rolled the car in and (one of the
pledge
brothers having had the experience) bricked it back up. We tried to lift the
Morris,
but found that we couldn't get the damned thing high enough to clear the brick
wall,
hence the re-brick job. The House went goofy on Sunday Morning because he
thought his
beloved Morris was stolen, and then caught hell from the police when someone
noticed the
car on the patio. He ended up *paying* to have the car removed and the patio
brick work
repaired, so profound was his embarassment that his charges were so unruly.
Cheers,
Michael Ohleger
'67 MGB
'70 MGB
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