Five Skidmore students, two males and three females, stood in the road in front of us wearing nothing but their birthday suits and sneakers. It was Fun Day at the college. My son, Eddie, was driving me, my wife, and his girlfriend, Ramsey, back to his dorm from dinner in Saratoga Springs, New York. My wife and I had come from Boston for a last visit before graduation. Saratoga is beautiful in the spring, and we wanted to begin carting home some of the clutter our son had accumulated. Just after Eddie explained it was a tradition for students to run naked across campus on Fun Day, one of the girls in the group spotted him driving our car and yelled out “Eddie!”
With a great shout, the nudist mob charged us. Eddie stopped the car, and the group climbed onto the hood and reached in the windows.