Having grown up with parents who told stories of the woodie wagons that they had and going with my dad to car shows and admiring those unique “Termite Trucks”, I was fascinated with Dennis’ car from the first time I saw it on campus. Now, Dennis was always a great guy and we enjoyed a few classes together. But, the fun we had in that woodie, heading to football games and rallies, are among some of my cherished memories of high school. I thought it very cool that he drove such an “old car”…as it was over 25 years old! It made my 1961 Buick station wagon (AKA “The Smoky Hearse”) feel like a new car.
A kind heart, a broad smile, and a quick joke — these are what I remember when I think of Dennis. It was always good to reconnect with him, over the years, as he stayed true to those same qualities.
I realized how those memories had such a profound impact, as years later, I found myself always gravitating to the 1946 to 1948 Mercury woodies, whenever I was at a car show. When the opportunity came to purchase a 1947 Mercury woodie, in 2006, I remember thinking, “I can’t wait to show this to Dennis when I see him next.” When we saw each other, at a subsequent HW alum event, although I wasn’t driving my woodie, I was excited to share “baby pictures” with him. We laughed and recalled fun times; sharing a timeless moment that transported us back to those simpler days at Harvard School.
Peace, Brother Dennis. We shall have to keep on keepin’ on.
Gregg