Haase remembers

Sleeping problems!  I was the N ….. n during finals when Bill Henry gave me a squirt gun with a 30-round clip and the instruction to awaken him at all cost.  When my gentle call and flicking of the shoulder failed, I with great reluctance fired a few rounds up his nose.  He chased me down the hall to the lavoratory in a rage.  When I continued my duties, he went back to bed and missed his final.  I was crucified.  Crap, life wasn’t easy back then!

Sometime during those college years Heck discovered a contest at the Baldwin fair that involved wrestling a small bull from a herd and riding it into a circle in the middle of the arena.  I had been training at the Wheel most of the afternoon and was retiring for the evening when Steve drafted me.  Was like that famous Lee Marvin scene from Cat Ballou when they opened the cargo space on the back of the stagecoach and he fell out – that was me.  There were 4 of us:  Steve; Marden; and  Mark Kirkpatrick.  I, lacking appropriate judgment, ran out in front of the charging herd and got  pummeled.  Mark grabbed one of the critters around the neck and we were halfway there.  Marden climbed on its back but we couldn’t get the damn thing to walk.  So, our remaining team picked up Dave and the bull and carried them to the winner’s circle.  We got a trophy which was lost in the house fire.

Little Mitch is famous for an evening at The Oaks north of Ottawa.  Think Heck and Wobs were part of our group.  Jeff got a little ripped and, without our knowledge, sought refuge in our locked car.  Foiled in that effort, and being resourceful, he fell asleep in a nearby convertible.  Later we discovered him being attended by the owners of the car.  All ended well (and that was a pretty rough neighborhood).

Do you remember Dave Archer?  One evening he and I were medicating ourselves at the Stables.  For entertainment he would pick me up (I weighed 235), place me against the wall, and let me slide down.  The next thing I knew this little fellow came by, I saw his shoulders move, and Dave was unconscious on the floor.  I squared off against the perpetrator and Charlie Hyter grabbed me and said, “You don’t want to do this, that’s Ron Marsh”.  Thank you Charlie!

In the 70’s walked into a bar in Winter Park Colorado with Duff, Catlin, and Ron Oelschlager.  It was filled with bikers.  Duff disapproved and ordered everyone out.  As urine ran down my leg the bar emptied.  These guys are legends.

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Future masters of the business universe: John Haase, Michael Maloney, Jack Clevenger, Dave Morris, Rick Hyter, and Wally Hinshaw (not in our pledge class)