1968- Some how Horace was a lone pledge caught by the Magnificent 7 living in the two story house on North Street. For whatever reason and it didn’t take much, we decided to take a little starch out of phikiea Mast. There was a Robo Car Wash close by, so he was tied up and put in a pickup bed and run through the Robo. There was a concern that he might drown, especially when the colored attendant kept running circles around the pickup deeply concerned. It didn’t effect Horace a bit, he yelled for more! Never did I expect to be attending his funeral so soon. He had it all going for him and no doubt would be in leadership today in so many ways. YITB
