Okay, this photo ID is just plain scary. I’ve blurred the important info on the image to protect the privacy of anyone who might unfortunately look like I did back then…God help them.
The primary everyday use this card got during my time at MSU was to gain access to the college cafeteria, located in Kise Commons; “Kise” as it turns out rhymes with “queazy” in a bizzare yet sometimes apropriate twist of fate.
In the mid-winter months, after hitting the shower and getting stuff together for the morning classes, we’d trek the block or so from the dorms to Kise, where we’d shake the frost out of our hair after letting the frigid air freeze-dry it. Typical breakfast was OJ, toast, and a bowl of Captain Cocoa Jacks (Captain Crunch/Cocoa Krispies/Apple Jacks). I forget what we’d have for lunch and dinner, but it was edible but oftentimes gristly. The all-you-can-eat setup was a potential disaster for a kid who has grown up in a large household, but after the initial Freshman 15, I plateaued for the last three years.
Initially I thought it was neat to see my ID move up the cafeteria checklist as each year/quarter progressed, until I considered that everyone before me either graduated, moved off campus and eats elsewhere, dropped out, transferred, or died (not necessarily from the food). I was right near the top of the first page left column when I finally graduated. I imagine the whole process is all automated with a swipe card now (no, cards back then did not have a magnetic strip), but back in the day it kept some work study students employed.
A tip of the (Tums bottle-) cap to you, Kise. They are pretty much good memories, whether or not it is due to the blurring of time.
Marty’s Tip for Buffets*: if ice cream or frozen yogurt is being served, you are not required to use the tiny bowls stacked nearby — grab a cereal or salad bowl, or better yet, pile it onto a dinner plate.
* Wherever you are, Marty, you’re not forgotten. 😉
"é rayhahn, rayhahn" 
Nice ‘stache. When did you give up your dreams of a pr0n career?
Still have the ‘stache; YOU figure it out.