The real story...

Pretty good, MDD, but there are a few extra facts, so let me retell here.

I was an RA in Corbin (south...which I don't think has dorm rooms anymore, just offices) at KU for my first two years of law school. The RAs had great corner suites at the back of the building (toward Mass Street). The first year, mine was on the second floor.

So one night I'm sleeping (dreaming of torts, contracts, civil pro - ugh!) when I'm awakened by pounding on my door. One of the girls yells that there is a guy climbing in her window. So, I head for the room, in my robe (so not red flannel, no rollers please, but the fuzzy slippers might be accurate) and see him finishing his crawl through the window. I meant to grab him by his ear and haul him out, but could only get him by the arm. Pulled him in, marched him downstairs (with half the floor by now), unlocked the glass door and threw him out. I didn't really think about it...just mad and protecting my girls. But when I told my Mom, she about freaked.

So, Bugs, you could have heard it from Grandma, and Quijote, you could have heard it from B's mom, who was on my floor that year.

Amazing what we remember...