page five The springtime sun gets soaked up as the cafeteria serves a picnic lunch. "Techies" tackle By Richard Ashley It all began at Woodstock. The strange and exciting idea of gathering together a crowd of festive people for a few days of sun, sound, and celebration. In honor of what Woodstock did to hearts and minds and in the continuing spirit of peace and love, Guilford College each year presents Serendipity. But it ain't easy and it ain't cheap. The few days of Seren dipity are the culmination of months of hassles, outrageous long-distance phone calls, ciga rettes and coffee. This week it all comes to fruition as musicians from Ohio, Pennsylvania, Washington, Greensboro, and other exotic lands converge on this campus to make sure everyone attains a nice orbit. They will take off where the "techies" leave off to weave notes of audio wonder and songs most have never imagined before. Most times a techie is called a roadie, but since the Union here never does a tour they can't really be called roadies so they're techies. Simple, huh? What they do is simple also. Techies get up early in tbe morning to break their backs lugging steel scaffolding around; they try to hook up electronic devices (and not get killed); they try to please the ever-so-wierd pleasures of rock 'n' rollers; and they try to make sure the folks who see the show have a good time. Because of this techies are often considered to have masochistic tendencies. If techies as a social group can be said to resemble anv of Oo o o jne*. FROM THE MAKERS OF, o („ iml UASPECIAL T-SHIRTS " warehouse clearance saue LJ ALU "^ZES, COLORA, ISCSIGNS WHERE. S ex SERENDIPITY 79 i£ TWS 12.-430,,,* Tf evefeYTUiKKj GOES IST cjOT/2.0C cv^V i natures' other creatures the bee would be a good example. How many bees do you see on Johnny Carson? The reality of Serendipity techie-hood will begin this Wednesday when some poor snook will wait at the bade of Bryan Dorm for a big truck laden with metal parts to dump them all on the ground. Then this snook will run and get some other snooks and for the next two days they will try to build a steady, even stage. Lotsa' fun! Next these snooks will go hide in Dana Auditorium for about a day to try to make the lights work. Hanging by their slippery hands high above the floor no fear will cross their minds. They feel just great knowing that their friends are consuming vast amounts of malts and hops while they selflessly avoid electrocution. The fun really begins when the rock stars arrive and wonder where the champagne is and how come the groupies are late and, "Excuse me, but would you mind lifting that piano for me, I must go now and smoke something in the back." Ah yes, then the show be gins. The band is playing to a raving crowd. The magic of the evening is splendid, and what does a techie see. The rear of several furry heads. Tension will be tight, not a moment to make a mistake. The next act is on in three minutes and, "Ex cuse me, I seem to have blown this 50-amp fuse. You gotta spare on ya?" Eventually the show is over. Everyone is going home but the faithful techies must begin to Guilfordian Russo: wife, cop, mom, student By Alanna Tirkot Candace Russo is not just a student at Guilford earning a degree in police science. She is already an official 7-day swing shift patrolman on the North east side of Greensboro. She is not only a part time student and fulltime police officer, but also a fulltime wife and mother of two, "Missy" (Melissa), 8 yrs and "Stevie" (Stephanie), 3 yrs. Every student learns that if tear down the lamps and amps and axes and boards. They must move everything away so they can set it up outside tomorrow at eight a.m. When they sleep that night only a few hours will be granted before they do it again. The sound truck pulls up to the stage. The heavy crates are lifted out. The cables are run and soon it's all assembled. A band comes on to play. They will finish, tear it down and set up another. And again. At the end of the afternoon it is all whisked away to reappear in three hours inside for a dance. Once more the sound and light equipment is erected. And torn down at the end and put in the boxes. Again the weary techies will crawl into their rumpled beds for a few meager hours of sleep, for Sunday is no day of rest because they must again assemble the sound and change the sound and find food and drinks for the players and towels to wipe their brows and change the sound until finally the event is all over and the tear down occurs for the last time and the darkness approaches and the last bit of trash has been stuffed into a yellow plastic bag. But it ain't over. Monday morning the stage must be put away and sent back to the construction company. Eight a.m. will dawn again. By noon all the activity will be exhaus ted; absolutely nothing else need be done. The techies can shuffle off home, and remove the grungy bluejeans. One last cigarette. Oh blessed sleep, regale with pleasant dreams. one has a fulltime job while attending college, let alone taking care of a toddler, it will take a lot of work to keep those grades up Russo's husband, Jefferson College professor Russ Russo, who is completing his Ed.D , loves to help with the children, and as a result the whole family is closer. Russo must hire a babysitter every Monday and Wednesday for 4 classes and every Thurs day, if she works or not, to catch up on her homework. Russ quips, "When there's a noise in the basement she goes down to see what it is." Courage is one thing most people never know if they really have. It is never tested. In the job that seems to need so much of it, Russo says you don't think of fear or courage. "When THE CENTER WORD News and Notes from The Center For Continuing Education there's something you're sup posed to do, you do it." Besides, she likes challenges. "I work best under stress. A lot of factors pushed me towards this job, but especially the wanting to help people aspect which influences most police officers," she explained. She also has some family influence, some uncles and cousins as Spring infects student vestiges of the past. Still, all things considered, I listened when they talked of the horrors of Hitler and only wondered where he fit in be tween the jonquils and the dogwood, knowing that he must have spied a spot for himself to wait for the Second coming. No doubt he was disappoin ted that he didn't bring it off, the first one must have taken too much out of him. Either that or Hilda or Frau Stephens or whatever the hell her name was had an upset condition and poor little colonel had to lie back and watch Freud bomb the butt off of Berlin. Sir, please deposit another dime for three minutes. I've looked back wondering if I was the big fool and though it cost me a lot of quarters that I couldn't hear, or that reeled off the machine I just have to contend that I'M only dealing with an underachiever and when my time comes I'll go ahead and dance off with that crazy sickle-bearer. Sir, please come with us. If I've learned anything in the April 4. 1979 well as a next door neighbor, who were officers. Russo grew up with and grew into her job. "It gets a little grisly some times. It's a tough job You have to make decisions right then and there You can't discuss it. It's a lot of responsi bility," she commented. "That's why you have to be super together to handle it. You can't be one that flies off the handle or goes to pieces, and you can't go around worryin' about it." The people she comes in contact with at the station help. "They're really good people. They're there when you need them. But not only that, they're fun and interesting." She works with other departments such as Social Services and Mental Health. All are willing to help. "The ambulance attendants are the best. They'll give you something to do to help at the scene like aim a flashlight. They can always use an extra hand." When asked if she's ever saved a life, Russo replies, "I've been in a lot of situations where I've helped or prevented an injury but it's hard to sav whether I've actually saved a or not." past few years it's that we all ought to go into animal husban dry. Face it, we all need the milk and eggs. Artificial insemi nation may not be sex with someone you love but it beats the hell out of going blind. Crab him NOW! Before he gets away! Look what they've done to your son, ma! Dressed me up in this crazy outfit, tell me to shake hands with what'd you say his name was? Honestly, familiarity breeds comtempt and April must be too familiar to me. After the rush it will be a little quieter and I'll be able to sit down and enjoy stories about strong brown gods, women named Ursula, Harry Clifton, and princely conscientious ob jectors. Until then I'll take something and try to relax my way through the breeding program this Month of April is going to try to put me through. Maybe there's an incantation at the end of the road to soothe my dried bones, my humble masses yearning to breed free.

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