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With fond memories of college days

Here I am wallowing in nostalgia again. This time I've been to a reunion of my sorority sisters from Florida State University, where I attended my first two years of college. Many of us hadn't seen each other for 40 years.

We met at Innisbrook, 36 of us, from Miami, Tallahassee, Haines City, Tampa, Orlando, Lakeland, Kissimmee, Pensacola and you-name-it. Some were instantly recognizable, almost as if they'd been in a time warp. Others took a little longer, which happens if you go from brunette to blond and gain or lose weight. But we had a supply of old pictures, and as each talked that long ago face and personality would emerge.

And then the pictures of the grandchildren would emerge, and darn it, I didn't take the pictures of my granddogs.

The sorority is Pi Beta Phi, and it was, and I think still is, a real presence on campus. And listening to the group in a late night talk session, I decided there are no people in this state within our age range they don't know or didn't date at one time or another.

One of the funnier stories that came of the weekend was from a member of my class who went on to law school at the University of Florida. She was the only woman in law school until her senior year. She won't let me use her name, but every man who was in law school at that time will remember her.

She went to law school at her dad's insistence. She was a good student, and there was no such thing as a law school admission test back then, so getting in was quick and easy.

However, this friend had worked hard through college, so her agreement with her dad was that if she went to law school she wasn't going to knock herself out.

"I had a wonderful time" she said. "I didn't even buy books at first."

Then one of her classmates gave her the word that all the male students had a bet that she wouldn't make it through.

"That was all I needed," she said. "I bought my books and got to work."

Came time for the first test, and it was in criminal law. The professor announced that there was only one perfect paper. Guess whose.

Sitting at the front of the room because of poor eyesight, she turned around to her classmates and waved a little salute.

My friend hadn't any intention of practicing law, but upon graduation and passing the Bar, her father told her on a Sunday afternoon she had until 9 a.m. the next day to get a job.

She called a prestigious Tampa law firm that Monday at 8:30 a.m. and was told by a partner, "Honey, we don't hire women."

We heard it a lot back then.

But he did add: "Come on over and we'll see what we can do."

He ended up hiring her.