We actually lived together three years in a townhouse by the cemetery on Roanoke street. We were known for putting a keg in a field to start the annual tackle football. The last game we had, a freshman came with his roommate who was a friend. We drank heavily, had loud music playing, and played like we were NFL guys. The cops came because of the loud music. They decided to just give me a warning for music that could be heard for 500 feet where 50 feet was the law. The game almost ended when the freshman had his teeth go through his fat lips. He and his roommate left. We re-balanced the teams, and played on. Everyone missed the first two days of classes because they were so sore and could not even get out of bed. A few missed 3 days. My brother and I were two days, but barely made it to the third day. A total of 12 to 14 people. Fast forward to 1987 where I went to a party hosted by a co-worker and his wife. I was the mentor for the co-worker. He tells me about his first day at school and he played tackle football that two wild brothers set up with a keg in the field and he got his lip busted where it required a bunch of stitches. His parents were not happy. I told him that it was my brother and I, and we finally recognized ourselves from his first day. My brother, who was in Chemical Engineering, lived at Mr.Fooz. In his last quarter he mentioned he was graduating that year in Chemical Engineering with a 3.0. The Mr. Fooz staff gave him his first pitcher of beer free per visit for the last few weeks he was at VT. He was in there at least 5 days a week. Plenty of free beer. In 1984, my brother came to the UVA game. That was a big UVA win and they stormed the field. My brother jumped the field, broke his foot unknown to him, but claims he clocked a few Hoos. He had to leave the field before he was going to be arrested because the cops had warned him the first time he jumped the wall (broke foot), but returned for round two. In my first UVA game in 1980 with Ray, we left the game jubilant and I jumped on the back of a limousine celebrating. Then the cops started coming at me and I realized I was on the governor’s car. I ran through the hedges. The cops did not have a chance to catch me. My brother went on to be very successful before he died at 52 (long story another day). He saved a few hundred Wheeling, WV blue collar jobs. The company had corporate approved the US flag be flown at half mask for his death for a month. They later put a memorial plaque with his picture on it and it hangs at the factory. It has been 13 years since he died, and I miss my brother everyday. RIP Ray. @crazylane, you know you can never take the Hopewell out of a Hopewell boy. ** Edited by VaTechie at 3/27/2026, 11:27:41 PM ** Edited by VaTechie at 3/27/2026, 11:29:57 PM ** Edited by VaTechie at 3/27/2026, 11:47:41 PM ** Edited by VaTechie at 3/27/2026, 11:55:40 PM