I wouldn't have missed my son's I-Day for the world but only for the sea story that resulted. He was going to drive up with his girlfriend because he knew I would want to get there a lot earlier than he would. Well, sure enough I showed up about an hour and a half before mandatory reporting time, which I think was 10:00. The Commandant was a classmate so we were just hanging around shooting the breeze. Additionally, both the outgoing and incoming Directors of Admission were company classmates. They too showed up and were waiting so they could say hi to my son when he arrived. Well, about 9:45 they all started getting nervous, since about 99.9% of the class had already checked in. One of them, I can't remember which, was absolutely positive that any on-the-ball- son -of- a- class- of- '69 candidate would have already checked in unless something was drastically wrong so the Commandant was dispatched to go look for him. After checking at the check-in desks he came back to report what I already knew, that he hadn't checked in yet. Well, about 9:59, he comes screaming in, parks in a restricted parking place, jumps out, and starts to say "hi" to all of us but is greeted by a collective eleven gold stripes saying, "where the hell have you been". If I remember correctly, he got a personal escort from the Commandant to check in which began his four years of unsuccessfully trying to fade into the woodwork and stay low key. The Deputy Commandant was also a friend and the succeeding Commandant was a fellow H-46 driver, so for the four years he was there he had way more than his share of impromptu room visits.