When did you start with the Institute : January, 2002
What you do at the Institute : Whatever needs doing with Service-Learning, populate S-L course database, schedule presentations, reflection sessions, and form distribution. Check data entry accuracy, answer S-L questions, and provide help in the LDI Office. Provide advice, when it is requested.
Birthday : May 13, 1941 (about when dirt was invented.
Hometown: Royal Oak, MI
Hobbies: Woodworking, hunting, classical music, golf, reading, and gardening.
What College(s) or University(s) did you go to: Marquette University, UDM, & Wayne State University
What was your degree(s) in: BA – Political Science with minors in Philosophy & Naval Science, MBA – Industrial Relations, ABD – Higher Education Administration
Something interesting about yourself: Four married children, seven grandchildren, married forty years. Retired after 26 years from WSU and 28 years from the United States Navy
One word adjective to describe yourself: Would like to be a renaissance man.
Your favorite accomplishment of your own up to date: Helping to raise four independent college educated children.
Favorite service project: The annual selling of Christmas trees for Shrine High School.
History of employment: US Navy – 1963 – 2001 - officer, UDM – 1967 – 1975 – Assoc. Director of Cooperative Education & Placement Services, WSU – 1975 – 2001 – Executive Director of Counseling & Placement Services, Eastern Michigan University 2003 – Pres. – University Outreach Coordinator (part-time)
Share a story that you enjoy that has happened in your life:
Billy and I were horseback riding. He rode Lady and I rode Little Joe, my Welsh pony. After being thrown out of the State Park by Ranger Rick (no horses allowed) Billy and I, with our eleven year old wisdom, decided to take a short cut back to the farm. The shortcut was down the Detroit & Mackinaw Railroad tracks, saving us two or three miles.
Shortly we reached a trestle that spanned a muddy creek ten feet below. Lady with Billy aboard walked swiftly across the trestle. Little Joe with me aboard was hesitant, but with some prompting from my heels he slowly started across the trestle. Suddenly Little Joe slipped and soon I was on the track and Little Joe was in the track with three of his legs hanging down between the ties. No amount of coaxing or crying on my part would get him out. It soon dawned on me that the afternoon southbound train from Cheboygan was due any minute. I stayed with Little Joe while Billy headed north on the tracks, hoping to waive down the train. He hadn’t gone far when I looked up and saw the train’s light shining at me from no more than a mile away. Through my tears I saw the train engine wobbling back and forth on the old rails as closer and closer it came. (You’ll have to ask me for the ending.)