Cornell University; Fall-1981: There I was. Fresh from the mountains of Saranac Lake. I stuck out like the proverbial “sore thumb”.
Flannel clad, black fly bitten, Saranac Lake Redkins football sweat drenched – Mountain lake washed, wild blueberry fed, bug dope DEET stenched.
Elegant?? I was anything but.
I had applied to Paul Smith’s – still a two-year school then – been accepted. Paul Smith’s College was always my plan – major in Forestry – follow my DEC Dad.
Then came a road trip with Dad, down to Ithaca. We met with Dick Booth, Dad’s old colleague and friend, who was by then a Cornell Professor. Professor Booth showed us the campus, then took us to lunch.
We toured Cornell, viewed the gorge & the falls. That was it- I was hooked. I picked up applications. Every plan changed. I somehow got accepted-Army ROTC scholarship- full ride. My future was booked. I was going big time, all my Paul Smith’s College plans cast aside.