Dunno.
Another story. Every spring UMaine had an outdoor music festival at The Cabins called Bumstock. The Cabins were at the edge of a field across from the UCU that you could get to from the campus side, or park out that way, and then skirt the edge of a swampy section. My sophomore year, went to Bumstock. Pretty sure we drove and parked out by the UCU or close by, and walked over. Can't tell you who drove, or who else was in the car. After a day of listening to music and drinking, we left sometime in mid to late afternoon. I remember calling my parents from the pay phone at The Cabins when we first got there, cause it was Saturday morning. Or maybe that was the year before?
When we left, we decided to try to shortcut across the swamp, jumping from hummock to hummock. Of course, we missed, and fell in often. Got back to the dorm, got the word we were gonna head to Bangor to party at someone's house, a friend of ours. Can't tell you whose house, where it was located, anything about it. Don't know what route we took to get there. I can remember lying feebly on my room's floor, and pleading with my friend Scott, "I can't get my shoes off", cause I'd knotted up the wet laces. He helped me get my shoes off, I changed clothes, and we headed over.
Again, don't know who drove, or who else was in the car, although I can guess. Can't tell you who was at the party there, although I can guess. Don't know when we got there, or what time we left. Remember I spent the first hour or so pretty comatose on the floor. Remember when I finally came to a bit, we drank rum and pineapple juice. Don't remember leaving, or getting back to the dorm.
This was roughly the same time period as when Ford's allegation is, spring of 1981.
Actually, I do think I remember whose house it was. Our friend Kathy D, and her roommate, who was my friend Jeff's girlfriend, although for the life of me, I can't remember her name. Can see her face as plain as day.
Memory is a funny thing.
