In June 1954, I walked out of the Stanford
University Crew boathouse at the Palo Alto Yacht Harbor for
the last time.
I had spent four intensive years with members of the
Stanford Crew here - hundreds of hours
during my undergraduate
years as a coxswain and manager of the rowing teams
and as secretary-treasurer
(business manager) of the Stanford
Crew Association in support of the crew
raising money, paying bills,
writing letters, arranging out of town transportation, buying and fixing
equipment and doing public relations.
And even though I was at Stanford again from 1957-1959, I intentionally never went near the boathouse after 1954.
There is no other college sport that offers the same experiences, values and
personal rewards that crew
does, but in
June of 1954 I came to the realization that I had to move on
and that I had devoted enough of
my life and time to the
crew at Stanford - often at the expense of my