The story of two LSU alums forgotten and stranded in open ocean by dive-trip boat

Wasn't this what the movie Open Water was based on?

Says they were from Baton Rouge. Someone has to know of them.

tommy was my roommate at LSU in the 80s.

good people, him and his sister. the diving expedition was devastating to the family and friends who knew him. i think he went to brother martin in NOLA before LSU.

eta i have lots of stories. definitely an interesting person. he was majoring in chemical engineering and very passionate about it v/s other engineering degrees. he would sit and rant about how mechanical engineers weren't real engineers and their 'senior project' consisted of building a car. 'big deal, he said..detroit has been building millions of them for 100 years'

tommy was a great guy. he talked me into keeping Suh as my Calc II teacher and told me 50% of the class would leave after the first class and hearing him talk. I took his advice and sure enough..half the class was pulling out their schedule books to try & find another session 10 minutes in. Suh ended up being one of my favorite profs at LSU. Yes he had a thick chinese accent but he was a hoot and a great teacher.

The flip side of this is that there was a guy from Baton Rouge who faked his suicide on the ferry that crosses between the north and south islands of New Zealand. He left a suicide note saying that he'd jumped. His wife collected the life insurance. He found a kiwi and married her. Years later someone figured it out and he was busted. New Zealanders were reacting weirdly to "Baton Rouge" many years ago when I was over there.

I feel like there’s a good chance that Eileen’s brother Adam posts on here.

Sounds like a decent plan to avoid the tax man.

You’re right about Tommy. Lived by him in Hatcher freshman year. He was a Brother Martin grad ‘82. He had a bust of the pope that had a hat and scarf ... funny guy... still think about how surreal that whole story is..... sad.

In the late 70's a guy was fishing 60 miles offshore in the Gulf Stream out of South Carolina on his sportfisherman. After a good day of trolling, the older guys went into the cabin for the ride back in. About an hour or so on the way to the hill, the question "Where is my son?" was asked. Everyone scrambled, but the kid was gone. I think he was around 12-14, older than me, but his brother was a year or two behind me at school.

All they could figure is that he tried to stand up and take a piss off the back and went over. For years thinking about it, I always saw him splashing and screaming in the wake as the boat got smaller and smaller. I knew that was the worst thing that could happen to someone.

As I got older and raised kids, I realized that what his father must have gone through was much, much worse.

Never seen a 30 minute double post

Just a glitch in the matrix