The Crow (Kroh)?
I think it's time this story was put to rest, for the sake of my own reputation, if nothing else.
Amanda points out that I was too scared to ever go into Moorhead during college, because I thought Moorhead was dirty. Here's the real scoop:
Freshman year, this girl Jenny, in Weible Hall, was seeing a Norwegian guy who happened to be going to Moorhead State, and he would leave Weible late (like 3 a.m.) to go home, if ever. Driving down Main at that time of the morning, you're the only car on the road. I'm intimately familiar with that drive, because I used to go that way to the radio station earlier in the morning than most commuters.
Now, one night What's-his-face was cruising down Main, and crosses the invisible line into Moorhead, and stops at a stoplight.
Instantly, some Brandon-Lee-dressed-as-the-Crow-lookalike, makeup and all, comes running out from between two buildings, running around this guy's car, banging on his windows, presumably trying to rob him or cause him harm.
And Jenny, wide-eyed, told that story to EVERYONE. So you see, it wasn't my doggone brain tumor (people are willing to blame everything on that) that made me afraid of Moorhead. I BELIEVED to my CORE that some crazy homeless vigilante KISS member was RIGHT THERE, waiting to hurt innocent NDSU students, as soon as we crossed the line!
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