giant drink and belched loudly.

"Myself." Fanning tossed aside his cards and looked at Myron.

Myron pushed a stack of chips into the pot, "Call."

Ken shoved a pile of chips into the pot calling Steve's bet as well.

John pushed some chips and crumpled bills into the pot, "Call."

Fanning dealt. John got another three. Myron looked at John's hand. Jack, queen, three and three.

"What the hell?" he wondered.

Steve received his third jack and laughed out loud. "Gonna kick some ass, boys!"

Myron got an eight and Ken got a six.

"Jacks," snarled Fanning at Steve who hadn't made a move.

"Thou." He dumped a pile of chips and bills into the pot and wrote a check for the difference.

Myron called, watching his pile of chips dwindle. He was not concerned. He would split thebanking firm.

Ross was short like Bruce, but very agile and athletic. He had short blonde hair that was almost white. Ross was into everything, very little of which involved academic or fraternal matters. Sometimes, he would disappear for extended periods of time.

Once after attending a concert, he had gone on the road with the blues singer, John Lee Hooker. He would often call the house from remote locations. Ross knew the odds on every sporting event and more obscure facts than anyone. He always had a good-looking woman with him at Alpha Kap functions. He drove the latest model car and had a wallet full of cash. He would always buy a round of drinks, a tank of gas or a meal for others.

One night during their sophomore