You guys must have either phenomenal memories, or a huge stack of old Duke student books!
You guys must have either phenomenal memories, or a huge stack of old Duke student books!
Greg Newton, Danny Meaghar (sp?).
Family members regard my memory as freakish and evidence of a trivial mind. But hey, I'm their go-to guy if they want to know where they were or what they were doing in, say, 1962.
I had a strange encounter with a Tar Heel that really brought to my attention the memory deficits some people are operating with. The gentleman shall remain nameless, but he was an all-ACC football player for UNC, and is currently the AD at a Div. One school. A few years ago, I dropped him an email commending him for a baseball hire he had made, noting also that we had attended junior high together and that I had lived down the street from his best buddy. He didn't remember the guy, or anything else about junior high, except that a shop teacher had told him he'd never amount to anything. He and this guy were in the same class and were inseparable pals in 8th grade, and he didn't remember him at all. Blew my mind.
The email exchange continued for a couple of rounds, descending into Duke-UNC badinage. He made the observation that it seemed as if Duke grads inevitably ended up working for UNC alums, and I replied that the occasions were surely rare and undoubtedly occurred only when the UNC person needed help with some unusually challenging task of memory, such as the names of his children or what year it was. And that's where the exchange ended.
1986-87 walk-on Jon Goodman was from Idaho. And his (twin?) sister was a cheerleader!
How soon we forget --- Sean Dockery, Illinois