The little streaker ran headlong into her and down he went.

Back in the 70's I was sitting in the student union with the wife of a friend of mine. We were having a Coke between classes.

The cafeteria, book store and the Union were all connected together with a central commons area.

Those of you who would remember will know that the '70's was the "Streaker" era. Streaking was quite popular at Southwestern at the time.

I remember a chorus line of naked men doing the Can Can on top of the pharmacy building during that time.

This day, as we were enjoying a Coke and conversation we here from the distance of the cafeteria the chant:
Streeeker, streeeker, streeeker.

We knew what was comming so we and everyone else in the Union turned our seats to watch. Shortly this little old guy about 5 foot two or three roars in the door from the commons area with nothing on but a ski mask. He ran through the Union to cheers and whistles, but as he started out the outside door someone's visiting parents were entering.

The father was holding the door for the mom (a rather robust lady). The little streaker ran headlong into her and down he went. The father holding the door had a look of terror on his face. The little streaker was an agile guy and he sprang to his feet and headed for the car waiting for him at the curb.

His friends in the car saw what happened and figured the consequences for those involved and didn't want any part of it and they floored the gas and left streaker on his own.

The last I saw him, his bare butt was making record breaking time heading northeast looking for any port in a storm.