I guess I can attribute my crooked nose to Fenger. It was broken three times during my tenure there. Once,when I was clowning around in the hall between classes in my freshman year. Again, when I was playing basketball in the gym in my sophmore year.And again, when I was playing softball on the school grounds in my junior year.I did have it fixed in the hospital twice,but the 3rd time we figured it was a lost cause.
What I wanted to be when I grew up; what I was; and what I thought of it:
I wanted to be a salesman, as my father was. I did acheive these goals and then some. I hope to leave a respectable legacy to be proud of.