Joe was my mentor as this dumb catcher from Oshkosh was assigned to the ‘jock” house at 412 North Murray in Madison. Since Joe was already a veteran of the college ranks on my arrival, I looked to him for guidance. The direction was at times questionable. Some of the better things that I remember were an introduction to fine music played on a hi-fi (what's that?). Montovani, 101 Strings and many others that now appear on "easy listening" (elevator music) radio were favorites.
Fine dining included an introduction to pizza at Paisan's. Pizza had not found its entry point in Oshkosh, thus, I was unaware. Joe tried real hard to have me join him for study breaks at Paisan’s but I was usually in the men's edition of PJs and likely already in bed. I had to use the excuse that catchers worked harder than quarter milers.
Joe never talked about the lovely ladies he dated in Madison. I have never had the pleasure of meeting Pat. Air Force ROTC probably taught him how to maintain secrets. Clearly Pat must have provided the real guidance that Joe found intriguing.
May God bless you, Pat and Joe, on your continued journey through life.
Happy 50th anniversary!
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