During the course of a lifetime a human being goes through many rites of passage. Birth, for example. First love. The death of a loved one and enduring a Republican primary debate. For me, one of the most memorable rites of passage happened in college during my “pledge weekend” — the weekend I was initiated into a fraternity.
I realize, of course — especially in these politically correct times — that college fraternities are rarely associated with anything remotely smacking of insight, awareness, or transformation. But for me it most certainly was — at least on the rite of passage night I was initiated into Pi Lambda Phi — an experience now permanently etched into whatever remains of my mind.
The initiation?
