Seeing as how this blog is titled “The Further Adventures of Capt. Eddie,” it sort of implies that Capt. Eddie had at least a few adventures before this blog was started. Well, that is indeed true. Capt. Eddie had lots of adventures before this blog was started. For that matter, Capt. Eddie had lots of adventures before blogs were ever invented at all.
Capt. Eddie’s original adventures took place during a time when phones were plugged into the wall, when photographs were printed on paper and you had to pay for them, and when you got up and walked across the room to change the channel on the TV. And there were only three TV channels to pick from.
In other words, in The Good Old Days.
Well, I decided that some of these adventures are worth recording here as well, for posterity as they say. Because they are interesting or funny or things like that. And also so the grandkids can see what life was like in the Good Old Days and be jealous that they don’t have it so good. And, well… just because I like to talk about myself, I guess. And because I think for some odd reason that you might be interested in it when I talk about myself.
So… Where did Capt. Eddie come from?
In a literal sense, Capt. Eddie was born in 1954. He didn’t know he was Capt. Eddie at the time, although I think for his whole life he sort of acted like Capt. Eddie and knew instinctively that being Capt. Eddie was his destiny. But the actual named persona of Capt. Eddie didn’t come into existence until 1972 at St. Joseph’s College (now St. Joseph’s University) in Philadelphia.
In September of 1972, I began college at St. Joe’s and found myself, by the luck of the draw, thrown into a dormitory called Gandhi Hall. These dormitories had just been organized a few years before, and by some stroke of luck or fate or whatever, a bunch of kindred spirits had been tossed together into Gandhi.
Most (although not all) of them enjoyed indulging in, shall we say, mind-expanding substances. It was the early ’70s, after all, and the psychedelic era was still in full swing. Those who did not so indulge had no problem with those who did — we were all an open-minded bunch, live and let live. Besides, those who did not indulge in the mind-expanding substances generally indulged in rather large quantities of alcohol (as did, to be fair, those who also indulged in the mind-expanding substances). And so the dorm as a whole got on well, generally had a high time, as it were, and in fact was developing a bit of a campus reputation for so doing.
In other words, I found myself in the right place at the right time, and I felt right at home.
Well, there was one guy in this dorm — we’ll call him Wonder Wop — who was fond of coming up with nicknames for everyone. And the thing is, his nicknames were pretty accurate, although sometimes in a backhanded sort of way, and so they stuck. So a good many of us in Gandhi Hall went by nicknames, rather than by our real names.
It was the early ’70s, after all, and the psychedelic era was still in full swing.
There was Wonder Wop himself (based on his Italian heritage). There was Wee Willie (who was quite tall), and his roommate Big Bob (who was rather short). There was Piece O’Shit, who got his nickname because he did something (I don’t remember what), and Wonder Wop laughingly exclaimed, “You little piece o’ shit!” So Piece O’Shit he became. My own roommate was The Stoned Ranger. And I, of course, was christened Captain Eddie.
Soon after the school year began in 1972, we had Gandhi Hall t-shirts made up. We had a cobra on the front, along with “Ghandi Indians” — yes, Gandhi’s name was misspelled, and yes, some brainiac came up with the idea to call us “Indians” without, I believe, asking anyone else first. To this day, I don’t know who to blame for either (although some rumors did float around the dorm at the time).
So on the front of the shirts we had this rather pathetic-looking display, as if we were so stoned we couldn’t even spell our own dorm’s name right. Hey… maybe that’s how… oh, never mind. And anyway, on the back we had our nicknames. Wonder Wop. Wee Willie. Big Bob. Piece O’Shit. S. Ranger. Capt. Eddie. And several others not quite as colorful as these.
So there we were, the Gandhi crew. Twenty-odd guys (yes, pun intended) with wacky t-shirts and a largely devil-may-care attitude, who were going to school and having a good time — not necessarily in that order. And Capt. Eddie assumed his place in this overall scheme of things: sometimes the focus, sometimes in the supporting role. “Sometimes the lights all shinin’ on me, other times I can barely see…”
Yes, we also listened to a lot of Grateful Dead music. And attended a lot of Grateful Dead shows. And a lot of other concerts as well. We probably almost went to more concerts than we did classes. Almost. (Concerts were ridiculously cheap then. Like, five bucks or so cheap. Once again, eat your hearts out, grandkids.)
In future installments, we’ll describe some of Capt. Eddie’s original adventures, both here at St. Joe’s where he got his start, and elsewhere.
“What a long, strange trip it’s been….”
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6 Comments on “The Origins of Capt. Eddie”
Cool, set us off to the next adventure, captain Ed!😉
Tell us more about the 70’s for different reasons, I can’t remember so clearer!🤣
Heh heh heh… I think I can remember pretty well, until I talk to my friends and they start telling me things and I’m like, “Really? We did that??”
But, there will be more posts of things I do remember. There are enough of them to go for awhile. 😉
Ah, yes, along strange trip, indeed! Some of the best times of my life. I was just telling someone the other night about all the Grateful Dead shows I went to in just our first two years st St. Joe’s. Amazing how much of it I really can remember, considering. I still drive past campus often and smile.
Yup, definitely fun times with fond memories. And, gee, we were a bunch of characters, weren’t we? 🙂
Fun memories that this 1950’s gal can appreciate.
I was supposed to go to Sardinia last week as I mentioned before but it fell through. Next time !
I’m currently in Gabicce Mare enjoying the seaside with Italian friends.
Hi, Nancy, sorry I took so long to respond. We were off galavanting on a cruise around the Mediterranean. 🙂 Glad to hear you’ve been enjoying yourself as well.
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