Jean Driscoll: 8 Time Boston Marathon winner and Olympic Gold Medalist. "Walking is Overrated"

Yesterday Rotary hosted the annual Interact Leadership Day at Centennial High School.  Another of my "spare time activities" is helping with the Centennial Interact Club, a group of 50+ talented seniors dedicated to community service.  And yesterday was designed to help the members learn a little about themselves, a little about their duties in the next school year, a little about leadership and elect new officers while we were at it.  We always invite a few guest speakers, and yesterday we invited an old friend, Jean Driscoll.

I first met Jean about 20 years ago while I was working at the UI athletic dept.  By the time I had met her she had won the Boston Marathon Women's Wheelchair race several times and was one of our most celebrated Champaign and UI residents. 

I grew up in the south suburbs of Chicago.  I don't remember ever talking to anyone with a disability until I entered college.  At that time, disabled students attended separate schools so there was no reason for us to cross paths.  And my time was devoted to football, basketball and baseball, so I didn't have any opportunity to know anyone with any disability. 
When I came to Champaign to go to college I was immediately struck by the the numbers of students in wheelchairs.  There were ramps everywhere, curb cuts and even special buses to transport them.  My friends and I snickered and made fun of all the wheelchair "junkies" all around, and frankly made no attempt to engage a single student.  I don't recall that there were even disabled students in any of my classes.  I had a mindset that if I engaged a disabled student I might "catch" what they have.  Sad, but true.
So I finished school and went on to Detroit to work for P & G.  I managed to "keep my record clean" in terms of meeting a single disabled person other to say "hello" if our eyes met on the streets.  I moved back to Champaign after 4 years and still hadn't advanced my prejudice.  Eventually I went to work for the athletic department and it was then I met Jean Driscoll.
In my mind she was different.  She was clearly an athlete.  Whatever she "had", she overcame it in my mind, and I wanted to meet her.  Jean is a huge basketball fan, especially women's basketball, and it was at post game reception I met her for the first time.
Jean has a smile that truly warms a room.  And from the minute you meet her you know this is a special person.  Over the next few years we would say hello, exchange a few stories and she would update me on the latest training or event.  There was nothing overly significant here, just casual chatter, but I came to begin to see her as a normal person. 
When I went to work for Pepsi, our paths crossed again.  Jean was a spokesperson for Ocean Spray and we distributed Ocean Spray juices.  She was speaking at an event and I was invited to attend.  And did.   Again we exchanged greetings and caught up on what each was doing.  But then I sat down and for the first time heard the "Jean Driscoll Story."  What a story it is!  She wasn't always in a wheelchair, but an illness eventually moved her there.  It's an amazing story of how God closes one door and opens a window.  And what a window it was that opened for her.  A path that led her to a list of friends including Presidents, Kings, actors, athletes and virtually everyone you might read or hear about in People magazine. 
Over the next few years I heard Jean speak several more times.  By now our conversations were more substantial.  I was deeply interested in her, in her exploits and travels.  I began to see Jean the person and not Jean the wheelchair athlete.  And I began to understand that in truth, I was the one who was disabled, not Jean.
You see Jean Driscoll lives by the principal that we all need to "Dream out Loud."  We need to live our dreams, not store them in a box and feel sorry for ourselves because we never experienced them.  And if we keep our dreams locked up, we are truly the ones who are disabled, because we will never come close to living up to our potential. 
I truly began to see just how ignorant I had been and truly prejudiced concerning anyone with a disability.  And I began to think about all the other wonderful people who had crossed my path over my life who I just looked over or past.  Jean opened my eyes, and for that I am eternally grateful.
Today Jean works for the UI in the Applied Life Sciences department.  She is a fund raiser for their foundation.  I can't imagine a better ambassador.  Who could say no to that smile!
She also is deeply devoted to helping the disabled citizens in Ghana live a normal life.  In Ghana, the culture is such that the disabled are given a status slightly below dogs.  A reluctant participant at first, Jean was invited to help host a wheelchair track camp in Ghana.  When she arrived at the stadium she expected that the facilities would be poor and that the wheelchairs would be in need of repair.  What she didn't expect where the people who came though the gates literally dragging themselves on the ground over several blocks to be a part of the camp.
6 years later Ghana is beginning to change their attitudes about the disabled, due largely to Jean's persistence.  She has met with government officials, sport federation executives and literally anyone who would listen.  Ghana has had entrants in the Para Olympic games for the first time, and plans to send a full team to London in 2012.  She has helped to provide hundreds of wheelchairs, both of the race variety and everyday use.  There is a disabled athlete training center in Ghana now.  But more important, the athletes who she met 6 years ago are recognized as members of their families now.  They don't eat on the floor with the dogs, they aren't hidden in the back room.  Like me, the people of Ghana are recognizing their ignorance and beginning to understand that the "disabled" are not only people, but people with dreams and talent as well.
Jean says "I forget I am disabled.  I live a normal life, drive my own car, shop at the grocery store, do everything everyone else does.  Except I don't walk.  Walking is overrated."  There is nothing normal about Jean Driscoll.

Breaking the Cubs Curse!!!

Ok, so as you may know I used to work for the Division of Intercollegiate Athletics at the University of Illinois.  My title was Assistant to the Associate Athletic Director, but my duties were basically two-fold.  First, I was responsible for group sales at the football and basketball games.  I organized the corporate tent parties in the parking lots for football and managed the large groups for basketball games. 
But my main duty was to oversee the baseball operations.  I scheduled travel, helped with player scholastics, monitored the NCAA rules requirements, handled the budgets, and wrote the Big 10 conference schedule for all the teams.  It was fun job for sure.
One day I was sitting in the office and Jim Lefebvre called.  It was 1992 and Jim was managing the Chicago Cubs at the time.  I had gotten to know him a little as his son Ryan played baseball for Minnesota and our paths crossed at games and meetings.
Jim says to me on the call, "Todd, I was thinking about how we can break the Billy Goat Curse at Wrigley.  I know you guys have an indian Chief at Illinois.  How about we have this Chief come up to Wrigley, smoke his peace pipe in centerfield before the game and he can lift the curse."  I told Jim that first of all the Chief didn't smoke a peace pipe, and secondly, the UI had just announced the Chief wouldn't be appearing in public anymore due to the beginning of the "Chief Controversery."  However, maybe I could convince the Chancellor to allow the UI band to come up to Wrigley to and play the national anthem, and then bring the chief along to dance.  
Jim said that would work, and let me know when they could make it and the Cubs would take care of everything, transportation, tickets, food, etc.  So, I called our Associate AD to share the invitation.  He said he would have to ask the Chancellor and would let me know.  A few days later the request was denied.  I called Jim and said, "sorry, the Chief can't make it."
Jim's head was always spinning, he said, "Todd, I know, have that Chief smoke his peace pipe in front of a picture of him, then bring it up to Wrigley, and we'll hang it in the clubhouse."  I reminded Jim there was no peace pipe...and then said "sure, we'll bring it up next week."
So, Coach "Itch" Jones and I headed to Wrigley Field the next week, photo of Chief Illinwek in hand.  We got to the stadium and it was raining.  The players were in the batting cage under the bleachers and we sat in the dugout talking to Jim.  He assembled the players in the clubhouse and proudly hung the photo of the Chief, saying "the curse is broken."
We went up to his office after the ceremony and talked for awhile about his job, the Cubs, and his most recent dilemna.  Seems future Hall of Famer Greg Maddux's contract was ending that year.  Jim said the club owner, the Chicago Tribune, had asked him to put together stats justifying not signing Maddux as the highest paid pitcher in baseball salary.  Jim pulled out some stats and said, "I don't know how I can answer this.  Take a look at Greg's opponent batting average.  First inning .189, second inning .181, third inning, .175, and showed us stats where opponent's averages dropped every inning until the 8th inning, where it then came up to about .185.  Amazing stats.  Jim said, "This guys is simply the best pitcher I have ever seen, how can I tell the Tribune not to pay him what he is worth.' 
Maddux went on to win the Cy Young that year.  And was traded to the Braves.  But it was great to get an insight into the struggles a major league manager has when he has to keep a great player from leaving.
Well, as you know they didn't make the post season that year, or any other year until 1998.  And as you also know, they still haven't made it to the World Series.  But, it's nice to know that they have tried almost everything to break the curse.  Maybe if the Chief would have brought that peace pipe up to Wrigley....

Stories from the West Side and other places!

I truly have a lot of fun working on local shows.  At the moment I have finished producing two shows in the past six months, started a third and am about to begin a fourth.  Maybe the best thing about producing the latest show, West Side Story, is that it is bringing back a lot a great memories. 
West Side Story is as old as I am!  Literally it was released on Broadway the year I was born.  So I guess I've grown old with it!
My mother was a frugal Greek woman.  She looked for bargains everywhere, complained when the price of meat or milk was too high, and often outfitted my brothers or I with clothes from the local Thrift Store.  In fact I'm pretty sure the reason she volunteered there was so she got first crack at whatever was donated that week.  We didn't know any better.  Maybe it was because fashion wasn't a hot topic in the early 60's. 
My mother loved musicals.  In particular she loved Sound of Music, Funny Girl and West Side Story.  She owned about 5 record albums.  Those were those plastic black things that we put in a "record player" and a needle played the music.  Imagine that! 
She would borrow one of my brother's record players and play her favorites every day.  And West Side Story was certainly one of her favorites.  I knew the words to "Tonight", "Somewhere", and "Maria" before I knew how to sing my "ABC's" or really any other kid song.She had great taste. 
West Side Story has simply the most amazing music of it's era.  And I am absolutely loving the fact that I get to listen to it every night at rehearsal.  To make things even better, our cast is a collection of high school students from 14 area high schools.  The best of the best.  And to listen to them sing is truly heaven.
One quick aside, I knew the story to West Side Story so well that when I read "Romeo and Juliet" in my 8th grade English Lit class I asked the teacher why this Shakespeare guy ripped off West Side Story.  :)
The performances will be in June at Parkland Theater.  Sue Aldridge and Becky Murphy are directing and teaching the choreography.  I promise it will be wonderful.
In the meantime, I'm just having a nightly flashback to my youth. 

Judge and Jury no more!

I have a bad habit.  One I am working very hard to break.  I have been way too judgemental in my life.  For all of you I have judged, I am truly sorry.  I'm not sure where I got into that habit.  I don't remember being overly judgemental in high school  Maybe is was because I didn't really think I was anything special back then.  I was an average athlete and a slightly above average student.  I wasn't president of anything and rarely was the team captain.  I had plenty of great friends and really wasn't one of those people who needed or wanted to be hang out with the "popular crowd." 

But somewhere along the way I became overly judgemental.  I think it was in part due to a realization that I wasn't a good or smart as I thought I was. I started to get myself involved in things where I was the leader and I really wasn't ready to lead.  So I think my judgement came from a sense of insecurity on my part, a defense mechanism to find fault in others so that I could rise above them.

At that time I wanted to hold in everything, manipulate the process of whatever I was working on and not delegate the details.  In part because delegating would reveal that I wasn't capable of whatever I was tasked to lead.  It's truly funny to me now how afraid I was to delegate, because now I tend to over delegate. 
Understanding how judgemental I was came in part from my new found faith.  I don't lace scripture often in this blog, but I will now as it emphasises my point.  I was reading Matthew and came across this:

  “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." Mathew 7: 1-2

And it started to help me begin to realize several things.  First, others were judging me just as harshly as I was judging them.  Second, what business of mine was it to somehow rank, place or evaluate other people's abilities.  The more I thought about it and talked about it with my friends, the more I came to realize just how destructive I had become.  For those that know me well, I'm sure you have seen this in me.  For those that don't or maybe have only known me the past few years, maybe this is a surprise. But the truth is I let my mouth serve as my weapon and I made ill advised comments in many arenas in my life. 

Now I know that this is like many other forms of addiction.  And like other addictions there are people I may have hurt or disappointed who now have fairly judged me as someone they don't want to be around.  But, like other addicts, all you can do is press forward one day at a time, repair relationships where you can, and make sure that new relationships are built on a more firm foundation. 

Keep the change!

Oranges!

Ok, so since this is my blog, it's ok if I think something is the greatest gift, food wise, from God.  And I just happen to think there is no finer food in this world of ours than oranges.  Of course I'm partial to the color orange being an Illini and all, but that's not why I love them. 
Oranges are the perfect combination of sweetness, texture, ease of consumption and overall flavor.  Not all oranges mind you.  I'm very much biased toward navel oranges.  I've eaten more than my share in my life.  And this time of year is my favorite for two reasons. 
1. The weather warms up, and I truly hate cold weather
and
2. Oranges are in season. 
(3. would normally be the start of March Madness, which I love, except when my team is playing awful and I know it will be an early exit from the tourney)
So why an orange vs say, all the other fruits in the world
Here's my logic. Let me take a few popular other varieties.

Apples - Good flavor.  Not too juicy.  But after a few, they are just boring.  They are good alternatives to Oranges in the off season.

Peach - Come on, just what do you do with the pits.  They are good, but often too messy.

Nectarine - Hard to get a ripe one.  Nearly perfect, but once again the pit gets in the way.

Tangerine - Love them, however one tangerine does not equal one orange in volume or flavor.  Often have seeds as well. 

Banana - Just not enough in each serving.  Again ok, but boring after long stretches.

Pears - Probably biased here because they are either not ripe enough, or too ripe.  Hard to get the perfect pear.  But good when you finally get one.

Tomato - Yes a tomato is a fruit.  Love them off the vine!  My second favorite to oranges when they are in season. 

So, that''s my lesson for the day.  Oranges Rock!  (and a good gift idea as well if you are wondering what you should buy me! )

Keep the change!

As the ball bounces...35 years in striped shirts

Many of you know that I referee basketball.  In fact I am completing my 35th year refereeing basketball this season.  That is a long time!  I played basketball in high school and got to know a few local referees.  They encouraged me to get started, and when I came to college I saw a poster for jobs on campus refereeing at IMPE (that's the ARC for the newer students).  I estimate I have officiated over 4,000 games in my life.  More than 1000 of those were in my first four years when it wasn't uncommon for me to referee 8-10 games a day.  There were always games to work in the intramural program and the park district.  And high school games at the freshmen level never ended. 
You figure that out in time spent and you get over 166 twenty four hour days spent on the court and when you include travel time, waiting time, clinics, meetings and seminars I have probably spent close to a year and a half of my life with basketball.  I guess I should have learned something in that amount of time.
Some of my very best friends are referees.  LOL, that is the kind of comment that will get you committed.  But it's true.  There is a sort of fraternal bond that comes from suiting up in the stripes and taking on the nightly challenge of officiating the perfect game.  Now I'm not saying at all I have ever accomplished that feat.  But I've tried, and along with my partners have come close a few times.
I get asked a lot what the hardest call in basketball is.  TV announcers will say it's the block/charge.  What do they know?  It's certainly not the easiest call as it tends to happen quickly.  But it's not the hardest.  I tend to think half court traps at center court are hard to get right.  Largely due to the fact you can't always get in good position to see the play.  There are lots of bodies between you and the action so it makes it harder. 
I've learned a lot about life running up and down wood floors.   I want to share with you some of life's lessons I learned officiating basketball.
1. Rules are important, but they shouldn't rule your life.
The game is filled with rules, traveling, double dribble, in bounds, out of bounds, back court, 3 seconds.  But the rules are written to make sure someone doesn't gain an unfair advantage.  I think we should live our lives that way too.  If you think about the rich getting richer and poor getting poorer maybe that makes more sense.  If a player is straddling the paint, and he doesn't get the ball, technically it's 3 seconds, but in fact he or she hasn't gotten an advantage.  Sort of like the person who drives 70 in a 65 speed zone.  It's broken rule, but ..
2. When you hustle to get in good position, you're more likely to get the call right.
Basketball officiating relies on you seeing the call correctly.  If you get yourself in the right position to see it, you're more likely to get it right.  If that means moving a bit to the left or right or running just a little bit faster, then you need to do it.  Life is like that too, sometimes we sit back and wait for life to knock on our doors.  If you get up off the couch and work hard to interact with the world, you're more likely to get life right.
3. Trust your partner.
In basketball officials have areas on the court that are your primary area of responsibility.  So for example if you are under the basket, your primary area may be in the lane.  When you are an outside official, your primary area might be the top of the key.  We get in trouble as officials when we try to see and call fouls in someone else's primary area.  In fact studies show 75% of calls made outside your primary area are wrong.  So, you have to trust your partner to make the right call.  Hmm, doesn't that seem to carry over to work, relationships and family?  If someone is focused on something outside of your "area" isn't it more likely they may get it right? 
4. Let the game come to you.
Don't confuse this with my earlier point of getting in good position.  What I mean by this is that sometimes we try to force our will on the game.  We start calling every touch foul, every violation, every little thing that happens.  Instead, sometimes we just need to let the game flow.  Stay focused on our responsibility and react to the action on the floor instead of creating action.  I know in my life there are times when I have tried to make things change that may not of needed changing.  You may call that stubbornness.  Life is more fun when you interact with your surrounding rather than constantly react to every little change.
5. Even when you're right, sometimes you're wrong.
I said earlier that I've officiated over 4000 games in my life.  Just imagine that in an average game the referee might have to make 50 decisions.  Did she travel?  Was that a foul?  Did the clock expire before the shot?  I'll use 50 for this example but I'm guessing the number is much higher, maybe 100 decisions per game.  Anyway, I can honestly say I have never tried to change a game or change a call based on the team, the coach, the player, the circumstance, based on anything.  Have I missed a call?  You bet.  I probably miss  2 or 3 or more every game.  Sometimes I just don't have the right angle.  Sometimes I see the play and don't react quickly enough.  Sometimes I see it and decide to let it go.  But I don't get them all right. 
Do the missed calls haunt me?  Not really.  It's part of the game and I'm only human.  For the most part I have forgotten about the game within a few days whether good or bad.  Not that there aren't calls and games that haunt me.  Using the earlier example I said there 50 calls a game over 4000 games, that's more than 200,000 calls in my life.  Of those 200,000 there are 4 calls I made that I think about. They happened at important times in the games making them more memorable.   Did I call them right? For 3 of the 4 I think I did.  However, I may not have been in the right position.  I called what I saw, and others saw it differently.  For the 4th call, I would say I just flat out called it wrong.  But, just like in life, when you thought you made the right decisions based on the information you had at the time, you still may have made the wrong decision.  Basketball is no different.
6. Even when you're wrong, sometimes you're right
On the flip side of the previous argument is the idea there are calls in basketball I thought I got wrong that later proved to be right.  Again, it may have been a guess, a result of not being in the right position, but in the end, it was the right call.  Or maybe it was a technical foul when a coach or player crossed the line only to find out later they were drunk, or high or having other issues.  So, it's OK to guess once in a while and make the best choice you can.
7. But, when you know you're wrong, admit it and move on...
In basketball there are no do overs.  There are times when you just flat out anticipate the action and make the wrong call.  It looked like she was going to foul, but didn't.  Or maybe it looked like the home team was going to tap the ball out of bounds but didn't.  Unfortunately, once you blow the whistle you're stuck with the call.  And sometimes your mouth gets ahead of your brain and makes a call that your brain doesn't agree with.  With an out of bounds call your partner (trust your partner) can help you.  But with a foul for example it's pretty hard to take it back.  So, you live with it.  If a coach asks me what I was thinking, I may just say
"I may have missed that one."  Great coaches understand and move on.  Great referees do the same.
I've had lots of fun blowing the whistle.  It's a great game to watch and be a part of.  But then, so is life in general.

Goodbye to Brother Ralph D. "Dud" Daniel. A true gentleman, brother and friend!

So today I got the official word that Ralph D. "Dud" Daniel has joined our heavenly father.  I thought I would share some "Dudley" stories with you all.  For my friends who aren't "fraternity men", Ralph Daniel served our national fraternity for over 60 years.  He was a charter member at our chapter at Arizona in 1947, and became the Executive Director of our national fraternity, Phi Kappa Psi, shortly after that.  He served as assistant director for "Dab" Williams, who is a legendary alum from my own chapter at Illinois.  In his 63 years of service, Dud became known to all as "Mr. Phi Psi."   He lived and breathed our ideals, our morals and challenged us all to become better MEN.   Not just fraternity men, but MEN who contributed to our communities, raised our families, and made this a better world to live in.

I first met Dud in 1977.  He attended a district council meeting in Champaign.  I was a newly initiated brother and was amazed at how he accepted everyone he met as a friend and a brother.  Dud put the "Gentle" into the word gentleman.  He had an ear for everyone he met, remembered names and faces like no one I've ever known, and became a friend for life at first meeting. 

As an undergrad I shared time at meetings with Dud several times.  My first Dud story happened in 1979.  Our chapter was celebrating our 75th anniversary and we invited Dud to come join us for the festivities.  Never one to miss an opportunity to spend time with undergrads and alums, Dud was there with no official duties, except perhaps to make certain the wine was properly chilled (FYI, if the wine wasn't chilled right Dud was known to drop an ice cube or two in the glass) and that everyone felt welcome. 
After the festivities on a Sunday morning, Dud asked if I would take him on a campus walking tour.  I proudly accepted, knowing full well that I was a walking encyclopedia on the campus!  About 10 steps into the tour Dud pointed out the grave of John Gregory, the first president of the UI tucked neatly next to Altgeld Hall.  I didn't know that was there, and how did he know? 
A few steps later Dud spotted Illini Hall, and said, "that's where Dab Williams came up with the idea of Homecoming."  As we walked by Lincoln Hall Dud pointed out the sculpture and carvings on the walls.  Finally I said to Dud, "I thought I was giving this tour, how do you know so much about our campus."  Dud apologized and said in his quiet, humble way, "Dab used to come back for homecoming every year and he would bring me.  Over the years, I watched many of these buildings get built, and Dab of course had seen nearly all of them built.  So I had a good tour guide!"
Thanks to Dab, Dud called our chapter "whiskey Delta" and Northwestern's chapter was "lemonade Alpha."  Dud loved joke with the brothers from Northwestern and Illinois about that topic. 

I was with Dud at a meeting in Chicago once and we were staying at the Union League Club downtown.  Now we stayed there because it was cheap!  Member's guests stayed there for a small fee, and we were both eager to save a buck.  In the morning we met in the dining room for breakfast.  Dud ordered a small bowl of fruit and a bowl of Raisin Bran Crunch.   Dud loved Raisin Bran Crunch, the perfect combination of flavor and crunch he said.  Anyway, when his bill came he reached for the tab, and as he looked at the bill his eyes opened wide.  His breakfast had cost $19.  He put it down and said, "for $19 you would think they would have picked the fruit fresh this morning, and maybe given me a few extra raisins."  Always the gentleman, Dud paid his bill, but he mentioned it to me several times that day and we joked about it as recently as last year at our annual convention.

There was a Fraternity Executive Leaders convention in Monticello every year, which is just west of Champaign.  Dud would always call when he came to town to meet for coffee or lunch.  One time he called and asked if I would join him in a tour of Alpha Tau Omega's new headquarters.  Virtually every fraternity leader welcomed Dud when he visited, and ATO was no exception.  I picked him up at the airport and we headed to the building.  We were a bit early.  Dud was always early, and one of the staffers volunteered to walk us through the building.  They had photos of past presidents on the wall.  Dud knew most of them and pointed them out to the ATO staffer and I.  We were escorted into a large meeting room with lots of ATO paraphernalia.  Dud looked at every thing, and then said to me, over here is hole in the floor where new initiates rise from the grave to become reborn.  And behind this wall is a badge that lights up with all of the fraternity mystics.  And he pointed out several other things.  Now I don't know if he really knew this, or he was just having fun, but I guessed from the stunned expression on the ATO staffer's face that he was pretty close to the true meaning.  I had another internal chuckle as I watched Dud show off his fraternal knowledge to an innocent stranger!

A few years back Dud returned for the 100th anniversary of our chapter.  He had a very low key role presenting an award, but served as wine taster and reception host.  Once again on the Sunday after the ceremonies Dud wanted a walking tour.  This time I chose something that was built in the last 25 years.  We walked through the Japanese gardens located to the west of the UI President's house.  There are over 1000 floral displays there.  I thought it would be a leisurely stroll through the grounds, but no, Dud had to stop and see every single flower.  What I thought would be an hour walk turned into a 3 hour lecture about gardening.  Who knew he knew so much?  But it was a wonderful afternoon.

I was fortunate to know Ralph Daniel and spend time with him every time we were at the same event.  He always found time to talk, even though there may have been 500 at the event who wanted to do the same.  He was graceful, caring, engaging and loving.  He never met a brother he didn't like, although he didn't understand a lot of them.  And he has made my experience in Phi Kappa Psi better, just because I knew him.

Dud had a charge he gave us all at most of the meetings we attended.  I'll share it now as it is how many of us were introduced to him, and challenged by him:

"Let us be what we say we are.  A Fraternity, not a club, based on ideals and not expediency and run by men and not boys."

And our fraternity yell:

 "High, High, High, Phi Kappa Psi, live ever, die never, Phi Kappa Psi."

I'll miss you Dudley.  Keep the wine chilled in heaven for me.