The Bust

It was COLD on this 1974 January evening in Anchorage Alaska. This was my first winter in Alaska and thus far the winters seemed every bit like the ones described by Jack London in his books. It was those descriptions in White Fang,Call of the Wild,and To Build a Fire that in part drew me to Alaska in the first place and when offered a scholarship to attend Alaska Methodist University,I jumped at the opportunity to begin my own Alaskan Adventure,and in the process,shocking the homefolks who had me pencilled in to attend American University in Washington DC.

Alaska Methodist University was a tiny liberal arts college in Anchorage. At the time I attended,it was a college of 400 students total. I began attending Alaska Methodist University(or AMU as we would call it) in the Fall of 1973
I loved it. It was a beautiful campus nestled away in a wooded area of Anchorage.It wasn't uncommon to encounter moose on the way to class.

Attending a college 5,000 miles away from my Connecticut home also gave me an opportunity to spread my wings like never before. It was the freedom of not having to answer to parents every night. 2 years previous to attending AMU,I had begun smoking marijuana. Now my mom had accused me of smoking marijuana years before I actually did,thanks to my involvement in the Eugene McCarthy anti Vietnam War Presidential campaign as well as sympathetic comments I'd make about hippies and the hippie movement,but now as I began to attend parties and concerts,I had been facing the spectre of mom waiting up for me and checking for red eyes.

Now I was free from Mom's watchful eyes and it didn't take long to find other students who loved to toke up too..

During the fall months,there was nothing like burning a joint or two in the Alaskan woods surrounding the campus..after all we were enjoying a plant surrounded by trees,with a view of the mountains and interrupted only by moose sightings.

There was a group of us who would gather in the woods at about the same time after classes. Over that joint or two,we'd discuss the latest campus happenings,catch up on gossip and map out future plans before dispersing into our various dorm rooms.  That's not to say marijuana wasn't smoked in the dorm rooms,it was,but although Alaska had the most lax laws regarding marijuana usage at the time,this was a college run by the Methodist Church and there were major penalties at hand should one be caught. Keeping a watchful eye on such activities in the men's dorm was the dorm director Mr.Darryl Peterson .

At a campus as small as AMU's it didn't take much to know who the potheads were and Darryl Peterson proved to be quite adapt at busting them. It bothered Darryl greatly that a month before,by using marijuana code words in my campaign statements,I had become the first Freshman elected to AMU's Student Assembly
I seemed to always elude his busts either by leaving a dorm room just before he busted the room or by just not stopping by a room I'd normally stop by on the day it got busted.

Once the heart of winter hit,it simply became too cold for our group to gather outside thus all of our gatherings took place in various dorm rooms.

There were 3 rules that were important to adhere to if one was not to be busted. Rule #1 Always have the window open no matter how cold it was. Rule #2  Always put a towel at the door and Rule#3 Should someone knock on the door,always be silent.Trust the person at the door to identify themselves. It was okay to leave music on because often students left music on even if they weren't present.

On this particular January night,the decision was to gather in the dorm room of Noburu Yamaguchi.Yamaguchi was an exchange student from Nagoya Japan. He wasnt a pothead like the rest of the group,but he couldn't understand how my roommate and myself could get higher grades and even make the Dean's List with the amount of marijuana we would consume on a daily basis.Yamaguchi being the curious sort befriended my roommate and myself and even toke up with us on occasion.

Also gathering in the room was my roommate David Trent.David,like me was also from the East Coast (Baltimore) and who also blew off attending Yale University in order to have his own Alaskan Experience.

Also in the room was Floyd Bedford from the South Side of Chicago.Floyd was the only other black student on campus and would often point out if not for that fact,we'd never hang out.Though Floyd would smoke with the group from time to time,he never quite got our seeming obsession with "reefer"

Jake Shelton,a Tlingit Indian from Ketchikan in Southeast Alaska. Jake,along with his girlfriend,Cheryl Luther,a Caucasian woman from Cantwell Alaska. Jake knew Alaska like none of us in the room and Jake also knew where to score the best weed.

There was Pat Ligada and Trina Hagar. Pat was a pothead who gathered with us because not only did she liked the weed,she also liked Floyd. Trina had three reasons to be in the room Pot,Floyd and my roommate David

Soon to be joining us would be Mike Murran,an Eskimo from Barrow Alaska

Normally,these gatherings would take place in the early evening,usually after dinner was served on campus,but for some reason,this gathering was put off till later in the evening. Cheryl,Pat,and Trina were going to have to be careful as no women were allowed to be in the men's dorm after 9pm. We hurridly let them into Yamaguchi's room.

Dorm rooms at AMU were not very large,and to have 7 people with a 8th coming made for a rather full room,but it was COLD outside! Cheryl,Pat,and Trina had a cold walk to make from the woman's dorm to the men's dorm,so to keep things cozy,Yamaguchi's dorm room windows remained closed,

This was a fun,interesting and lively group to be around. The different perspectives just based on the different places we came from meant there was never a dull moment amongst us,but we liked each other and before you knew it,the joints started burning and the music would start flowing. The Alaskans in the group were particularly interested in what David and I were listening to because the relative isolation of Alaska in 1974,no live TV and few radio stations meant that because of our East Coast connections,we were privy to a lot of music Alaskans were not exposed to. I cant recall what music was playing,but it's a good bet it was something like John McLaughlin's Mahavishnu Orchestra,Miles Davis or John Coltrane.

We were all having a great time and the room was getting rather smoky,but Mike hadn't shown up yet and we were trying to save our last joints for the evening for when Mike arrived

Mike Murran was a pretty big guy and when he was about to enter a room you knew it. He had a knock that one could hear from the other side of the dorm. Mike had a big booming voice too.Sometimes,he'd bug other people in the dorm because he was so loud and at different times,we'd ask him to cool it.

Pat was getting anxious,it was getting late and she wanted to smoke the last joint she had in her hand when we heard the door go BOOM BOOM BOOM! We all cheered! Mike was here! BOOM BOOM BOOM All of us in our unique voices and ways shouted out COME IN! Yamaguchi in his Japanese accent repeated the words twice Pat lit the joint and Jake opened the door as smoke came billowing out of the dorm room.

Mike Murran wasnt at the door.Darryl Peterson was. Darryl was there to pass on news about the dorm.He made that announcement,then instructed us to remain in the room till he returned. When he returned,he had his assistant with him as well as the Woman's dorm director. Pat,Cheryl,and Trina were instructed to stay in the room with their dorm director as Darryl had Yamaguchi,Floyd,Jake,David and myself go into the adjacent dorm room which happened to be David's and mine. Mike Murran arrived just as we were being marched into my room.

Darryl began to read off what we were up against. We were immediately being placed on probation. Another on campus bust and we'd be kicked out of the dorms and anyone on scholarship could see their scholarships affected. That meant me. Yamaguchi should the Exchange Professor hear about it,he could face deportation to Japan where he would be treated as if the Police had busted him. Japan's government never took to marijuana busts kindly.

Darryl seemed to be particularly happy with this bust. In one fell swoop he had busted an outspoken Student Assemblyman,both blacks on campus,in Jake and Cheryl two of the most popular people on campus,a Japanese exchange student and overall some of the biggest potheads attending Alaska Methodist University.

I began to ponder the moment..both with what I was facing and how Darryl Peterson was approaching this bust. I was also baked..baked on a level that Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong would havebeen proud of in 1974. I began to laugh uncontrollably. Gut level laughing..you know..the type of laughing that brings tears to your eyes. The longer Darryl went with his presentation,the harder I laughed.

Needless to say,eventually this pissed off Darryl and his stopped his presentation to address me.

"You're in a lot of trouble David,do you think that's funny?"

The smart thing to do would have been to stop laughing,but I continued to laugh as I replied to him
"I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW STUPID WE WERE THIS TIME"