Part II: Pullman Experience

Jeff L was a man of means. He brought in an 8 Track quad stereo player that I was welcome to use to my heart's content. A refrigerator, A TV and decorated the room. Of course, being from a wealthy family meant his tastes where sophisticated, right? Wrong--the art he put on the wall was not Monet--it was not Renoir. It was a set of posters like the one that said "Think Metric", it featured a lovely grown woman in a bikini next to a young girl in a bikini and had their measurements in the metic system. The young girl was 36-24-36 and the grown woman was something like 119-79-119, you get the idea. There was another rather crude one he put up.
Jeff was a nice guy, but we did not become friends, he had a much bigger agenda. I became friends right away with Tom, a few doors down. He was a sophomore from Shelton (another town with a State Pennetentiary) and was into Bob Dylan heavy just like I was. I was 19 at the time and Tom had a car. He showed me the bars in Moscow, Idaho, another college town 8 miles away. Idaho at the time had a drinking age of 19 so I could go to the bars there, like many 19 and 20 year old going to either WSU or U Of I could.
One of the popular places in Moscow was The Spruce. It was a seedy place where I ordered my first pitcher of beer ($1.75) at the time. Every once in a while there would be a fight there and you would hear glasses breaking. Fortunately, I was not involved in any fights at that establishment. The other option was Rathskellars. It was out from town a little ways and featured live music and dancing. When Idaho raised it's drinking age to 21, Moscow must have taken a real hit because there really was no reason for WSU students to travel over to drink there. End part II