It was just after suppertime at the sorority house on the lakes when a sister yelled out, ” The Streak is coming down the road!! Everyone to the front yard!!” Well, say no more.

 

About 50 sisters hit the front doors running full speed to watch the show of naked men streaking down the street and my, my . . . what a view!!!  There were all kinds of men.

 

I had never seen such a sight in all my days since the early 1970’s.  Big ones, little ones, and a WOMAN was there in all her glory, carried on a chair held up with 2 poles. She was like the Roman goddess with a wreath of flowers on her head and totally naked, flopping her Northern hemisphere while the men were flopping their Southern hemisphere.

 

While the sisters were standing there gawking , one of our houseboys also walked out to see the parade.  All of a sudden he let out a yell, stripped all his clothes off, and scurried off to the crowd of streakers.  Here was a man who served us supper everyday now exposed to all of us in his most private areas. To be polite we covered our eyes but spread our

 

fingers just a little for ….whatever reason. I can’t remember that part.  Anyhow, the streak lasted a disappointingly 5 to 8 minutes or so and went on down the rest of the street as we gazed at the cute little backsides of the group. It would be rude to leave early, right??  Later, I bought the record “The Streak” of Ethel Streaking. Guess who’s middle name is Ethel?  Some days, I feel the urge but remember my duty of mother, wife, and grandmother.  Oh, what the heck, hang loose and be groovy!!!

–Linda Colquitt Taylor, ‘74