on occasion and would receive in return a typewritten letter that rarely contained anything of interest. Waller was introduced to Mexican food, lake parties and midnight trips to Mexico where the brothers would down shots of tequila and tease the dark-eyed senoritas in the warm, smoky cantinas.

Waller survived Hell Week and became a member of Alpha Kappa in the spring. His grades were excellent and he made the Dean's List both semesters. Spring was filled with hot days at Lake Travis, fun nights and a flurry of parties before final exams.

Waller had no desire to return to Alabama for the summer. He knew that he could probably get on with the GM &N again, but he was a college man now.

A fraternity brother named Jim Rock invited himacross from Waller.

"How's the pizza, professor?" he smiled, yellow teeth showing in the smoky air.

"Best damn pizza in the world," declared Waller.

Marcello scrawled some numbers on a piece of paper and slid the paper across the table to Waller.

"Here's the combination to my private entrance in the back. Next time you come, go in that way. Don't waste your time messing with the line in front." Marcello snatched Waller's bill from the table, squeezed from the booth and headed back to the bar area. Waller put the paper in his wallet and drained his beer.

"Nice guy," he thought as he drove back to Womack in the icy darkness.

Waller lived in a studio apartment in a new complex on Turner Creek west of the campus. He had a garage