The term “Baggar” may pop up in comments on my posts. It’s an esoteric term that refers exclusively to six college buddies. No one really knows the source of the word, or “non-word,” but the label “Baggar” somehow stuck to us. The six of us were roommates at different times during our stints at San Jose State College (now
“University.”) S. J.
|Four of the six Baggars in the early '60s.|
Top - Roger Koskela, Joe Medal
Bottom - Ralph, Dwight Klassen
The photo above was taken when I moved into the “Baggar” apartment. Two former roommates had graduated and moved on. I was the new guy and had much to learn about the prevailing language, culture, and pranks of this group of guys. We had known each other for years prior to college, but somehow the mixtures of personalities during college created what evidently defined “Baggar.”
This past week - more than a half-century after those great college days - five of the six former roommates got together to pick up where we left off many decades ago. It was a time for fishing on
Lake Tahoe, golf, the retelling of old stories and
wondering what happened to old girlfriends.
We have maintained contact through the years and some of us have cruised to foreign lands together with our wives, but to get all six guys together in one spot was rare. Thanks to
Rodde we had a beautiful house on the Old Greenwood golf course in Truckee and a scheduled boat
and fishing guide for a calm day on beautiful Lake Tahoe. Joe Medal was the only one of the six who
couldn’t make the trip, but for the rest of us, it was a memorable treat.
After an exhilarating discussion that lasted late into the night and reminded me of the philosophical debates we had in college, we were up at 3 or 4 A.M. (can’t remember exactly) and ready to catch a fish or maybe hook old Fredo Corleone, who is said to be floating in the depths, well preserved by the cold Lake Tahoe waters.
|Left to right - Klassen, Koskela, Rodde, Higgins, Horton|
Pulling a fish up from 400 feet with frozen hands, along with sleet and snow, made standing on the rocking deck somewhat treacherous. But that made our fishing trip even more fun, in my opinion. No one threw up and we all caught beautiful fish.