The Patriarch of Cal Squash

What did we know?  Not much as it turns out.

We were just kids trying to find our way during the turbulent 70's in Berkeley. Serendipitously, we came together because of a simple game of batting a small black ball inside a stuffy white room; quite a testament to the nature of the great game of squash that the bond that has held this group together, which began over 40 years ago at Harmon Gym (at least for me), has endured.

On Monday, we came together once again to renew our friendship.  We've all grown up.  Each of us has forged out lives taking different paths.  But what still remains is the shared experience of playing squash.

We each expressed our gratitude to our coach Dick Crawford - the patriarch of callow boys who grew up into full-grown men.  To this day, he still remains our coach.

John