Earl Houck ’67, a class agent, made the trip from Maryland to be here for the Big Bash. I caught up to him on Sunday morning – at this particular instant he was the only alumnus on the mall.
The day was perfect…mild temperature, only a hint of wind, and bright but not too bright.
Earl was doing what I find myself doing more and more – soaking it all in. It was just too good to pass up in a quick walk or even a stroll. He needed to be still…49 years of Wabash kept going through his mind, I’m sure.
He saw me coming…that was too bad. As I took the photo and departed, I hoped his thoughts weren’t interrupted. You get to tarry here for precious little time.