His high pitched, repetitive yelp still
rings in my ears like a Mariachi band singer yelling at Saturday
night itself. Riding his motorcycle locked in the arc of one
impossibly long “wheelie” from the men's dorms to the main
campus... that's how I remember Jay..an out-of-control crazy guy with
a huge raised scar griping the back of one hand. Rumor was that it
came from a shotgun blast through a hand that was doing it's best to
seal the end of the barrel. But he could no more contain the shotgun
blast than he could his own explosive energy. That shotgun blast...
what a great story for a campus full of impressionable young people
trying to figure out who they wanted to be when they grew up. I was
one of them and to me, Jay Hughes represented an extreme end of a
bell curve. He drew a line in the sand and dared everyone, anyone, to
step over it and join him. I always liked that.
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