Fall 2006
Paul
McCartney may have said it best: “Will you still need me,
will you still feed me, when I’m 64?” Like most of us, Paul
turned 64 this year. 64. That’s a magic number for all of
us. It’s not only our current age, it’s the symbol of all of
our college memories (fading though they may be). Who would
have thought, in September of 1960, when we gathered at West
Hall, that by 1964 the kid playing the ukulele would end up
president of the Union. Or that we would go to the NCAA
hockey finals two of our four years. And that Myles Brand
would head up that august body some day. Or that we would
not see a single win on the gridiron during our four-year
tenure. But then, there it was: June 1964. They let us into
the world with high hopes and a square, red stone on our
ring finger. -
Insight by John Shahdanian
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