William Adkins

Jed Appelman

John Gordon Bartlett

"I met John in our freshman year and we were part of a group on 4 North in Slocum. John eased the awkward transition to CC. He made everyone happy. One hell of a runner and intramural football player as running end. He died too soon in a hotel fire in Libya among much mystery and rumors. He continues to be best friends with a group of us. Forever brothers."
-Alan Woo

Brad Bradbury

James Brenneman

"Jim was a good friend of both myself and Al Chalmers (also deceased). He died hiking in the Canadian Rockies when he slipped and fell off a trail. He had become a very successful race horse veterinarian in New York. As part of the first random selection draft in 1970 for the Vietnam war, he drew an impossibly low number and decided to enlist rather than get drafted. For enlisted men, you could pick your post and he chose the veterinarian branch, hunkered down, got training from the army and then the G.I. bill afterward to become a veterinarian. I hiked Pikes Peak with him in 1967 and always got a kick out of talking to him while he sat and puffed a pipe and shared his unique sense of humor."
-John Dolson

Alan Chalmers

"Although Al never graduated from CC, he is remembered fondly by all who knew him, as attested to a full page dedication to his infectious smile and personality in the 1969 CC yearbook. Al was the best man at our wedding in 1973 (Deborah Hingston Dolson, 'CC73'), a Godfather to our son Josh, and a close companion until his death from Aids in 1994. We lost him too soon but have precious memories of the many Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays he'd spend at our house playing with the kids and giving his running commentary on everything in news and sports (he also worked as a DJ for a while). He always had us in stiches laughing."
-John Dolson

Phil Dorff

"I don’t believe I had ever met Phil before arriving at CC in 1967. Even though we both grew up in Des Moines, IA, we attended cross town rival high schools. We joined different fraternities and had different majors. However, we had a common home town bond.

As a Sophomore, Phil had a car and at semester break, before driving back to Des Moines for Xmas, we decided to go skiing at Breckenridge. The skiing was great and the next day Phil, Jim Spevak ’71, and I began our journey home at 4:00 a.m. Weather reports and our parents warned us of a pending major blizzard we would encounter on our 11-12 hour drive via Interstate 80. Phil’s Corvair was the perfect vehicle for the trip, with its rear wheel drive and rear engine, we were able to pick up the front end off the deep drifts and snow banks we began encountering at North Platte, Nebraska. 14 hours into the trip things were only getting worse with total white out conditions. The steering froze up and now we were driving a sled with no ability to turn. Phil found a truck stop and convinced them, after negotiating you do not have another choice payment, to thaw out the under carriage and steering. The highway was closed at Grand Island, Nebraska, and we were forced to overnight in the hallway of a Holiday Inn, which had run out of food and rooms.

The next day, at about Noon the highway was reopened and we completed our adventure on ice packed roads. Phil calmly piloted us through the adversity without panic. Of course there was the return trip to be made in a couple of weeks, with hopefully better road conditions, and the goal of course was to attend the annual symposium/or Aspen ski fest."
-Roger Hein

Adair Hotchkiss

"Adair Hotchkiss was one of my very best friends. He was filled with sunny optimism and he was charitable and forgiving. He was fearless, and always ready for an adventure. He was a hardworking student of academics and life in general. I don't recall him ever derogating anyone. His professors liked and admired him. He was open to new friendships from every direction. Adair, Scott Browning, and I solved a lot of the world's problems while drinking 3.2 beer at Giuseppe's and the Rastall coffee shop. A few times, we drove up to Cripple Creek with Norma Platt to play pool at the local tavern. During the November break in 1970, Adair and I post-holed up the Barr Trail to a snowbound Barr Camp. The doors were gone and the windows were broken. It was great. We were glad to get back to CC for the next Block. In April of 1971, Adair, Reed Kelley, and I drove from CC to San Diego to attend the Cooper Ornithological Society Meetings and to visit our friend Patricia Patten '70. Ornithologists are a particularly snooty group, but Adair, a chemistry and consummate scientist, eased right into their happy hour cliques and conversations at the end of every day. Reed and I were amazed.

After graduation, Adair married his best friend, Debby, from Oak Ridge, TN. We continued our friendship and got together whenever we were in proximity. We hiked up Mt. Holy Cross in August of 1972. Later, I would visit them in Salt Lake City where Adair was working on a PhD at the University of Utah. We would get together with Scott Browning for a hike or a beer at the Dead Goat in Salt Lake City. After I got a real job, I lost track of some great friends like Adair, a lapse that I regret."
-Andrew Grossman

Robert Jacobi

"Rob Jacobi was a close friend from childhood. We enjoyed playing hockey together at CC and visited occasionally in Grand Forks, North Dakota. Rob died suddenly at a young age; what a difficult, tragic death."
-Casey Ryan

Jeff Morgenthaler

"Jeff and his roommate lived next door to Scott Barker and me in Mathias Hall. My first introduction to Jeff was listening to him describe how he had visited Bemis Hall where he used a telephone in the lobby to call one of the coeds he had met on campus earlier that first week of school. After he completed his conversation, Jeff calmly used a screwdriver to remove and “borrow” the telephone. Hidden under his coat, Jeff brought the device to his dorm room where he installed a phone-jack at his desk and added a matching plug to the telephone wire on the phone. To complete the installation, Jeff picked the “un-pickable” lock on the telephone switch closet on our floor where he piggybacked his room’s telephone wiring with that of our Resident Advisor. When not in use, Jeff simply unplugged his phone and locked it in his dorm room closet. Out of sight, out of mind! Jeff used his significant experience from his summertime jobs in Kansas City, MO, his home town, to work the system to his advantage. He had also worked at the Ford truck assembly plant dropping bolts down a chute where they landed near the carbureator installation station in the engine assembly plant. He later installed side-view mirrors on the vehicles at another posting. These union assembly jobs helped pay for some of Jeff’s discretionary cash at school. Jeff later described how he had called one of the coeds on campus posing as a disc jockey from a local radio station. The more he talked to her, the more intimate the questioning became, to the point where the poor girl was telling Jeff some very intimate details of her personal life. Jeff recorded the entire conversation and played the tape back to some of the guys in our dorm. The information got back to the girl, who baked a chocolate cake for Jeff. He shared the dessert with some of the guys. Little did they know that the thick chocolate frosting had a large amount of Ex-Lax. One of the young men, not Jeff, ate several pieces of the cake and may have been hospitalized from the extreme purging. I fortunately, was not around to partake in the “Trojan Horse” cake and escaped the consequences of Jeff’s escapade. I admired Jeff for his ingenuity and resourcefulness to achieve his goals, even if his methods were at times, questionable. His quick-witted humor and easygoing personality, made him likeable and fun to be around. I am sure he is sorely missed."
-Lon Brouse

Stephen Pino

"Because I transferred into CC as a sophomore, I missed the friendship making aspect of the typical freshman year. Stephen Pino reached out to me with his exceptional intelligence, warmth, and good humor. Stephen and I had common interests in making art, motorcycles, and cooking. He was a brilliant craftsman. After CC, he made custom stereo equipment wooden enclosures for the ultra high-end market. They were unbelievably beautiful, and I am sure that they are bringing delight and appreciation to their current owners today.

Later, Stephen managed stores for Dux Beds, and I learned that he was in Las Vegas where I was headed on a business trip. We had a great dinner together, and we literally “picked up” our conversation where we had left off on our last meeting. He was so warm and gracious. Stephen Pino was a truly rare and fine person, and he will be missed.”
-Charlie Roudabush

Jane Turner (Lambert)

"Jane became a sister in Gamma Phi Beta when we were fall pledges in 1968. We were also dorm mates for two years. She was small in stature but mighty in spunk – very kind and always fun to be around. I am very sad she is no longer with us."
-Linda Head Corrie