<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Joanie Davis on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/joanie-davis/</link><description>Recent content in Joanie Davis on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/joanie-davis/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Frat Pledge Panty Raid</title><link>/stories/2017/02/18/frat-pledge-panty-raid/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/02/18/frat-pledge-panty-raid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the mid 1970&amp;rsquo;s and I was in my first year of college. Wanting to thoroughly enjoy college life I pledged for a fraternity. Another pledge, Tommy and I were instructed to come to the fraternity house one Friday afternoon during the pledging process. Once there we were given the task of staging a panty raid on one of the sororities. The school&amp;rsquo;s administrators had decided that these raids had become too frequent and were a security problem so they had issued a warning against future raids. As they had implied police involvement I was none too excited about our task. &amp;ldquo;Hey guys, I don&amp;rsquo;t need something like this on my record. Can&amp;rsquo;t we do something else?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>