Ladies and Gentlemen of Whazzmaster.com: The Hojo is no longer.
This has more sentimental impact than most news I read out of Madison considering the amount of time I spent within those walls. Indeed, I’ve got a guy flying across the nation tomorrow who I never would have met if not for Tom Ziarnick and his wacky band of managers.
Who reads and posts on this site? Wirksu, Cal, katiek, ubs, peterstiffly, GMC, Big J, and others. All at one time punched in at that horrible time clock in the back hallway. All ate at the mercy of the kind hand of cook Justin.
The only thing I can say about the change is that, if I worked there now, I would always tell Erin “i got a double-d waitin’ at the doubletree fer me” before I left for work. That lyric cracks me up.
A more fitting eulogy is not within the grasp of my meager writing skills, but I do not exaggerate when I say that my three years at Hojo were the most formative of my life, and I would not have the wealth of friends and experience without them. It’s sad to see the old girl go, as legions of college students will now work for the faceless DoubleTree Corp. rather than under the junko Howard Johnson’s name.
- How many times did you sit in the parking booth on game days to earn extra dough?
- How many times did you sign the Poop Log?
- How many times did you face enraged people on oversold nights at 2am?
- How many times did you do the trash with Springer on Sunday nights?
- How many times were you on the roof?
- How many times did you witness the awesome bartending power of Cal?
- How many times did you spend 150% of your nights’ tips at The Living Room?
- How many times did you flip University?
- How many times did you flip Dean’s?
- How many times did you attend the Sub Feast when you weren’t even scheduled that day? How many times were you enraged that everything had mayo on it?
- How many Hojo parties did you attend? What was the best one?
- How many times did you drive the bus? Illegally?
- How many times did you have to call Chuck Zach at 6am on a Saturday because all the hot water heaters broke?
- How many squirrels did you chase through the back hallway?
- How many pots of coffee did you make? How many did you drink?
- How many times did you swing closed that ancient gate that separated the lobby from the restaurant?
- How many times did you try to enter through the side restaurant door, only to find it locked, then swear loudly?
- How many times did you illegally park your car in the hojo lot and hope no one would find out? Subie? Is that you back there?
- How many fights did you get into with Northwest Pilots? How many with Northwest Air Waitresses?
- How many times did you crash the van?
- How many vans did the Hojo go through while you worked there?
- How many times did you fall asleep in the telephone room?
- Now, how much do you miss those days?
How’s about everyone post a story from the Hojo’s glory days in comments? I declare it Hojo Week on whazzmaster.com. Join in the fun: whoever tells the best story as voted on by everyone else wins a special prize as designated by me. We’ll keep it open for a few days. Tell as many stories as you want, then we’ll figure out which was the best. katiek, tell your husband to get on here and post one; I’m sure the Chinese lawyers rank up there. Wirksu, tell bellgirl to regale us with various Bell Captainess stories. Quick, someone call Tangman and ask him to contribute.
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
|The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought is won;|
|The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,|
|While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:|
|But O heart! heart! heart!||5|
|O the bleeding drops of red,|
|Where on the deck my Captain lies,|
|Fallen cold and dead.|
–Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.