In thinking
more about loss, my best friend Denny Ollerman came to mind. I first met Denny
while we were both teaching an Introductory Psychology course for Oakland
Community College in the late 1960’s.We also were pursuing our Ph. D’s in the
Educational and Clinical Psychology Department at Wayne State University. Denny,
being a good friend, was always and I mean always there for me over the years
while in the Detroit area and again in California.
His kids
Scott and Leah were very young when we first met. Denny subsequently divorced and
married Maria. Prior to his marriage, Maria and I were faculty colleagues at
Cal State University in San Bernardino. Eventually, I moved to the Bay Area and
Maria and Denny moved to San Diego. Whenever, I traveled south to compete in a
ride and tie, I stopped to see them both. In fact, Denny joined me when I
competed in the Cuyumuca Ride and Tie in eastern San Diego County near Alpine
where Jonathan resided.
Denny and
Maria bought a second home in the small fishing village of Zihuatanejo, Mexico.
Earlier, Denny brought his boat and become affiliated with the dive company
there. Of course, visiting resulted in diving in the Pacific with Denny. We had
many shared memories of growing up in Detroit. He played high school football
for Mumford while I played for Denby. While in grad school, we both had
ponytails and beards and were given a nickname by the faculty. I love Denny and
miss him greatly. He was extremely intelligent and was a special human being.
Jack Sholl,
I met, while researching “It Has Nothing To Do With Age.” Jack was a rower who
grew up in the Philadelphia area. He was a real patriot as were his relatives.
A distant grandfather, Peter Shumaker, was recruited by William Penn eight
generations ago in the late 1600s or more specifically in 1695. Jack’s
relatives fought in the American Revolution and another owned the tavern that
was used for the Underground Railroad in the 1800s. Jack knew his history and
was a volunteer for the National Park Service in Philadelphia. Incidentally, he
frequently was asked if he taught American history in high school or college.
He replied “no, I worked for IBM for 29 years.”
Jack invited
me to attend a book signing for the Sons of the American Revolution in Palm
Springs. There, I met Ronald Reagan’s pilot on Air Force One. He was
accompanied by his friend one of the Buffalo soldiers that guarded the San
Diego area during the Second World War.
Jack married Joan and during the early years
he worked for John B Kelly. Mr. Kelly was Princess Grace’s father. So, Jack and
Joan became friends of the Kelly’s as well as Prince Rainier. Shortly after ,I
had Jack on our TV show .He was a wonderful man, traveled the world and was
blessed by winning 15 US national gold medals in rowing while still competing well into his 80s. He
liked competing-“it’s an ego thing. I can’t disappoint others or let them
down……. I like the affiliation, and the bonding with others my age. It’s been a
way of life for me. I want to live life to its fullest and I might be afraid to
stop, afraid to retire.” I miss being around this humble, positive warm and
sincere patriot.
Warren
Hellman I met through ride and tie many years ago. I really got to know him as
we traveled the last 50 miles or so during the 2000 Tevis Cup competition.
Warren was extremely competitive, grew up in New York and was president at the
Lehman Brothers while in his late 20s. Tevis Cup winner Cathy Perry once said
something to the effect that “Warren has more money than God.”
Warren would
come to ride and tie competitions, arriving by his jet. He would show up in a
wrinkled shirt and wrinkled pants. He looked homeless and in interacting with
him, one had no idea of his extreme wealth. In fact, he started the Bluegrass
Festival in San Francisco held at Golden Gate Park. In Golden Gate Park,
Speedway Meadow was renamed - Hellman Hollow. He played the banjo and got great
satisfaction in so doing. Sen. Dianne Feinstein presented his eulogy at Temple
Emanu- El in San Francisco. Warren and I share the distinction along with two
others to have completed the Tevis Cup, Western States endurance run, and the
100 mile Swanton Pacific Ride and Tie. Warren was a real kick. Hanging out with
Warren was very different.
At one of
our Cool Ride and Tie’s, Linda and I presented Warren with an award. He didn’t
have to achieve or earn that award. In fact, he was caught off guard and looked
surprised when it was presented. The last time I saw Warren was when Tony and I
attended Jim Steere’s memorial service. Warren didn’t look physically well at
that time .At that service, he did not disclose the severity of his medical
issues.
There are
many losses during one’s lifetime. However, their memories bring a smile to my
face. Knowing them has expanded, enhanced and enriched my world as well. Thank
you guys.