This old picture which has been posted a couple times in the past is presented today for another reason. First the picture. Yeah, that's me in the middle. I'm chewing on a hot dog during orientation week my freshman year at Iowa Wesleyan College. I guess denim jackets were big back in those days. For some reason the school used this photo in their Financial Aid brochure. The big guy on the right is Mark N., who would become a fraternity brother, high school coach and administrator and now lives in Arizona.
The fellow on the left is Ivan E. He was a fellow Seatonite, from a farming family and still lives there south of town. He was a GDI and one of the smartest people I know. I ran into Ivan while I was back in Northlandia last month. The Wombie and I had just done the daily number taking at the pump house in Seaton and he decided to drive back to Emerald City via a country road north out of town.
There on the right side of the road about a little out of town was Ivan walking. Like many of us in this generation, we are attempting to get as fit as possible before we "round up at the top". We stopped to chat.
We talked of our softball days and climbing water towers. We talked of the gutters being blown off Buster's house next door to us. We talked about the round barn at his brother's place where we played basketball in the winter and because he was always steeped in Civil War history the current memorial/statue debate. It was great talking again, and he looked not unlike the picture above. Unlike the rest of us gray seems to have eluded him.
Ivan always had an enthusiasm that when tickled or he couldn't contain himself he would do a little jig. It was nice to see that hasn't gone away.
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