The university didn't have a swimming pool in those days. A busload of us joyfully accepted Eielson Air Force Base's commanding officer's kind invitation to come out there and swim in the Eielson pool.
I swam a while, dived a while, and sat on the edge of the pool to rest a while. Four or five young airmen came along. The bold one asked me �
"Are you from the university?"
"Yes."
"Do you know that girl in the white bathing suit?" His buddies grinned.
"Yes." (Indeed I did! And a shapely lass she was indeed! Really made that white bathing suit curve in and out in all the right places � and what it didn't cover was nice scenery, too.)
"What's her name?" His buddies grinned even wider.
"Carol Colberg."
"Does she have a boy friend?"
"Yes." I couldn't help grinning.
"Who?"
"Me."
He said no more, but his face was a sight to remember as his chortling buddies quickly dragged him away.
