Ensey, Jr., Arlington, Va., “The buttondown mind.” David Bruce Forsyth, Winston-Salem, N.C., “Knitting up the raveled sleave.” Benjamin Apthorp Gould Fuller, Jr., Alexandria, Va., “I’d rather have a brush.” Mayo King Gravatt, Blackstone, Va., “Welcome to my parlor!” William Moncure Gravatt III, Blackstone, Va., “Stumpin’at the Savoy.” David Alexander Harrison IV, Glen Head, N.Y., “The price of wisdom.” John Davis Haywood, Durham, N.C., “Now I’ll try it without the pebbles.” Tucker White King, Jacksonville, Fla., “Join me in the Bowl?” The Gator passed some years back. Claiborne Holmes Kinnard V, Franklin, Tenn., “Will the real Bruiser please stand up?” Wink passed away in late August 2011. George Willis Logan, Roanoke, Va., “No, Goldilocks is mine!” James Notley Maddox, Nashville, Tenn., “It’s onwy eight o’clock!” Thomas James McCarthy, Jr., Pulaski, Va., “When doctors disagree.” Francis Edward McGovern, Danville, Va., “St. Francis, with vigah.” David Fackler Miller, Pittsburgh, Pa., “Trying to rule the waves.” William James Morgan, Jr., Merrifield, Va., “’Crip’ shot.” Frank Hazlett Moss III, Leesburg, Va., “On the north side, naturally.” William Nelson III, Nashville, Tenn., “I’ve got a whale of a tail…” Walter Shirley Nicklin III, Warrenton, Va., “More swill, please.” James Randolph Gordon Poindexter, Greenville, N.C., “King-size.” Henry Burnett Robinson III, Lexington, Ky., “Pip-pip, y’all!” Robert Strother Scott, North Garden, Va., “End of his stretch.” George Lee Simpson III, Washington, D.C., “No blindfold, thanks.” Samuel Cooper Smart, White Stone, Va., “Voluntary practice.” James Manly Stallworth, Jr., Charleston, S.C., “Ye that hear and understand not…” Warren Emerson Stewart, Stevenson, Md., “Where’s my sheepskin?” Thomas Phillips Swift, Columbus, Ga., “What does ‘celeriter’ mean?” Jeremy Wade Taylor, Arlington, Va., “You can’t beat our Rug!” Wayt Bell Timberlake III, Staunton, Va., “Here comes Jim Brown!” Robert Train, Jr., Macon, Ga., “Derailed.” Carrington Cabell
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I caught up with David Drennen just before he was headed to France – Paris and the Loire Valley – with his longtime companion, and childhood friend, Sally Ruth May. Like all of us, Dave has lived a life with twists and turns. As a senior at EHS, he had applied to Yale and Duke. That’s all. Yale said no. Duke said maybe, and then, late in the summer, changed that to yes. He went into the Army – 101st Airborne – and to Vietnam, but managed to survive. “I had a degree from Duke,” he said, “but the only education I had that helped me in the Army was my ninth grade typing course.” He served as a clerk, then went to law school at the University of Denver. Dave was originally from Charleston, W.Va., as is Sally Ruth, who is one of those girls whose eyes literally sparkle. They knew each other from about the seventh grade. Dave’s family moved to Shepherdstown, West. Va., when he was young and so they became pen friends and gradually their lives took them elsewhere. Dave married and lived in Denver, as a lawyer and investment banker. When his three kids were out of the nest, he and his wife called it quits and, with a little furniture, he moved back to Shepherdstown to be with his family. And after 40 years, he reconnected with Sally Ruth. That was about seven years ago. She in the meantime had made a life in New York City creating sophisticated guidebooks for the Metropolitan Museum of Art and other major museums. She was a divorced mother, still sparkly-eyed, and they have been commuting between Shepherdstown and New York ever since. Shepherdstown is on the Potomac River about 50 miles north of Washington, and has a population of about 1,700, plus about 4,500 students at Shepherd University, which is part of
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