October 26, 1995: Pizza Hut

After deciding to drop of GMI Engineering and Management Institute (later to become Kettering University) in order to pursue a degree in Classical Guitar and Trombone Performance I needed to find work as I would no longer be working as an engineer with Ben-Mer Manufacturing up in Rochester. This is probably best as they were crooks there anyway and completely incompetent. I wasn’t learning anything and getting no where. It was a really crappy and stressful place to work.

So, Josh had worked at Pizza Hut in Geneseo for a while and had recently moved on to a store up in Rochester and he put in a good word for me – hopefully that isn’t why I got the job. So I took a job at Pizza Hut in Geneseo as a pizza maker. Not very exciting nor did it pay very well but it fit my schedule and allowed me to go to college while I worked.

Over time I would become the team lead, one of only three dough masters, one of the top two pizza makers and even try my hand at waiting tables while at Pizza Hut which I left for a while, came back to for a short time and then finally left completely in 1997.

The last job that I would do there before leaving was to play classical guitar in the restaurant for tips but the waitresses complained to the manager that I was making far more money than them and I was told that making the customers happy just wasn’t appreciated. It was neat while it lasted and I was making over $20 an hour in tips which was great compared to normal Pizza Hut pay.

Overall the PH experience was valuable only in learning how awful jobs can be. Most jobs at this level are. I had my first real experience with a sexist boss and experienced the glass ceiling first hand. Sexual discrimination against the male staff was so drastic that they didn’t even attempt to hide it. We were told by Wendy, the store manager, that only women could be waitresses and only waitresses could become managers since no one could be a manager without having done all the different jobs. So barred men from waiting tables as a means to barring them from any and all promotions. I only made team lead because the area manager over Wendy promoted me when Wendy wasn’t around.

It was neat working in the busiest Pizza Hut in upstate New York for a while. It was a good experience, but the best part was getting to leave when I finally did.

October 23, 1995: Finishing My Color Printing Course

Today was the final day of my “Color Printing Course” that I have been taking at Kodak in Rochester. This, as I recall, was the final photography class that I took at Kodak. I took several over the years including classes on composition and darkroom techniques. I have been a member of the Kodak Camera Club (the KCC) for some time at this point and use the darkroom facilities which are open to members up at the Theater on the Ridge inside of Kodak Park in Greece, New York located at the corner of Ridge Road and Lake Avenue.

Now that I have completed this class I now carry a card which authorizes me to use Kodak’s commercial color developing machines. This will make it vastly easier for me to do color darkroom work. Color is much more time consuming and difficult than black and white and lends itself far less to manual intervention. Now I can do the base darkroom work and then use the high quality processing machines just like professionals use.

It is really great that I am able to take classes on photography via the Kodak Camera Club as they are considered the best place to take classes – even better than the school which specialize in photography. The dark room facilities here are the best in the world. It is a very impressive experience to come here for all of my photography work.

July 5, 1995: The Gang Driving to Flint, Michigan

This was a pretty epic day. Today Nate, Joe, Josh, Jeff, Rich, and I loaded up in a car and Nate’s minivan and did a road trip from back home in New York out to get me moved into my new apartment in Flint, Michigan so that I could start my new semester at GMI Engineering & Management Institute this coming week. The last two semesters I had been living in the dorms, as was required. This semester some school chums and I have rented a big six bedroom house just off campus where we will be living – Jamie Quaderer, Aaron Teedee, Russell Sarquis were my primary roommates, and a guy that went by “Lurch” who was an older student and lived in our basement.

The drive from NY to MI went surprisingly quick, it took us only five hours to make the entire trip which including crossing into and back out of Canada. Most of the drive was across the Ontario Peninsula on Canadian highways. We had an awesome time, both on the drive and when we got out to Flint and moved me in.

The house that we rented was, of course, a complete dump. Very run down, terrible condition, definitely used as temporary student housing. I had a room in the back with a view onto the drive way on the first floor. Jamie and Russ lived upstairs. Aaron was on the main floor, but the opposite side of the house from me. It was a surprisingly private arrangement even with five of us living in the house.

The gang all crashed at the house for the weekend. Since almost all of Sonic Brass was there, we played some out on the street, too. The past couple of months had been a busy Sonic Brass touring line up so we were in shape and wanting to play. But this was really the last of Sonic Brass in any real sense, things would be so busy during and after this semester that we’d never really get back to touring as a group again.

I really only had this house for three months, this was the start of what would end up being my final semester at GMI. My first two semesters had not been great, I was pretty disappointed in the program overall and this semester really drove it home with far less competent professors and more university bungling. My time here really taught me about the sad state of the American education system.

This would be not only my last stint at GMI, but my last time seeing Michigan for nearly a quarter century! So weird to have studied and lived here at such a critical time in my life and then not to return for so long and then only for a few hours when, more than twenty years later, I bring my wife and kids here to drive around campus and to track down this house to show them where I lived so long before.

This memory was recorded in the fall of 2020.

July 2, 1995: Lee Greenwood at Buffalo Hill Village

This evening, Nathan Parker and I went to the Buffalo Hill Village campground in Varysburg, New York for a massive fireworks show and the Lee Greenwood concert. This might sound bizarre to someone reading this in the future, but country shows like this were all the rage in the mid-1990s and having a show like this out in the countryside near where we grew up was a really big deal.

I remember the show quite vividly, I am not writing this article until late 2020. It was a nice evening and a good concert. We had a lot of fun and the fireworks was definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen anywhere even by the time that I am in my mid forties and am writing this. But I was just nineteen when we went to the concert.

It was an outdoor concert at a campground. So we sat on the ground in a huge field, surrounded by woods, on very hilly terrain making a sort of natural amphitheater, although not a very good one. Very appropriate for the kind of concert, though, and for a giant fireworks display.