I will share a remembrance about Donald Uber, who was my roommate senior year.  In the early 1970's, I visited Don in Oakland, CA where he was living at the time.  We had about 4 days together and had a great time, but the thing I remember most is that Don flew the two of us into the Sierra Nevada mountains where we stayed at a very primitive flying club campsite.  It was September and very cold over night, but the next day was warm, so warm in fact that, at that altitude, we didn't have enough lift to get airborne until very late in the day.  The thing that Don had neglected to tell me in advance of our trip (probably on purpose) was that there was wreckage of 5 or 6 planes that had not successfully taken off (or landed, as the case may be) scattered around the primitive air strip.  We did get airborne and had some trouble gaining enough altitude to get over the highest mountains (we flew over Mt. Whitney with only a few hundred feet to spare, waving to some hikers at the top as we passed by).  We then headed back to Oakland, getting a good view of Yosemite National Park and the waterfalls on the way back.  Of course, I didn't tell my wife about any of this until later.  She was at home in Buffalo, NY with our three children, all under the age of 6, and would not have appreciated the risks Don and I took.  I also have a regret that I didn't look Don up during the year my wife and I lived in the SF Bay area in 1999.  I thought about it often but never got to it, thinking there would always be time later.

John Parker '57