I wasn’t in a fraternity but I had an apartment in the middle of a fratty neighborhood. I had a lengthy post in progress, & then figured it’d be easier to just link to this:
Turns out Jon Hamm was the clawhammer perpetrator… that happened a block or 2 from me.
There’s my lasting impression of frattiness. I gather most schools don’t have Greek life like that but, in hindsight, that neighborhood in 1990-1991 turned out to be some kind of preview of America in the future.
