I graduated from the University of Maryland on May 20, 1993, and for the last two years of college, I lived in the Pi Kappa Alpha house at 4340 Knox Road.
The house was far from perfect, but it was home, and I was sad to move out and on to the real world. And then, a month after I graduated, the national fraternity took away our charter and sold the house. It was the end of an era, and it sucked.
“Now you can tear a building down
But you can’t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can’t see…”
– “Open Letter (to a Landlord)” by Living Colour
I’d go back to College Park to visit friends, and we usually ended up back on the porch of our old house, drinking a 40 of Private Stock. Some guys would sneak in and do some urban exploring, but mostly we just wanted to visit our old friend.
That old house had a lot of personality and so many memories from over the years. Sure, there was usually no hot water, and I didn’t have a thermostat in either room I lived in. I lived on beds and couches passed down by guys graduating.
And our house smelled like stale beer, puke, weed, and industrial cleanser. There was no air conditioning, lots of roaches and rats, and the bathrooms were straight out of a crackhouse, but it sure was charming in its own way. Plus, we could see how long the line was to get into the Vous from the front porch.
Even though our chapter, Delta Psi, of Pi Kappa Alpha, had lost the charter in 1993, I held out hope that one day the chapter would recolonize and buy back the house, so we’d all have a place to gather and visit for Homecoming and other occasions.
While there were some bad days there as a pledge, the house held so many good times, smiles, friends, and love. It was too special to just go away for good.
“I’ll tell you this – I’m gonna get my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames!”
– Jim Morrison, The Doors
But the house was gone for good on Wednesday, March 29, 1995. A “suspicious fire” tore through the house, and it took about a dozen fire departments and 80 firefighters to extinguish it. That was the official end.
This house, which meant so much to so many for generations, was just gone one day. The whole thing was erased to make way for a generic apartment building for rich kids.
It didn’t seem real. This house that I was scared to walk into during rush in the fall of 1988, and then, scared again for where my future was taking me, when I walked out for the final time in May 1993. It was just gone like it never existed.
“This is the house we used to live in
This is the place I used to know
This is the house we used to live in
Where I felt I could always go
House that we used to live in
House where I left my heart
House that we used to live in falling apart”
– “House We Used to Live In” by The Smithereens
But it will always be standing there in the hearts of so many of us. RIP Buzz Parker.
Originally published at https://shawncollins512.substack.com.