Some great memories you guys have shared. It prompted a couple of my own: I also had a chance meeting with Mudcat Grant. It was about 1990 and I was working as an administrator at Hillsdale College, a small college in a small town in Michigan. Grant had heard of the college and was interested in becoming a donor. Instead of contacting the college first, he just showed up on campus unannounced and started making his way around the executive offices. Since I was known around campus as the reigning baseball nut and St. Louis Cardinals fan, I got a frantic call from the development office asking if I'd ever heard of a guy name Jim Grant who says he used to pitch for the Cardinals. I said of course I had; he went by Mudcat. They said well get over here quick because he's in our office and wants to make a big donation to the college and no one here knows anything about baseball!
He was a very nice guy and I loved how, instead of making his campus tour a big show -- which is the way most big donors want it -- Mudcat just came in unannounced and was very low key about the whole thing. He was a genuinely kind and unpretentious man.
The Ft. Leonard Wood stories made me think of my father. He did his basic training there at the outset of WW2. One night he and a buddy got liquored up at a local watering hole, came back on post and "commandeered" a jeep for some joy riding. The war could have ended for him that night, after he barrel rolled the jeep and wound up in the hospital. But they managed to mend his bones and sew his nose back on and let him go on overseas to fight the Japanese, which he did at New Guinea and then the Phillipines.
God bless all the vets, past and present. I interact with American service men and women on a daily basis over here. And this generation is as good as ever.
Kevin A
Misawa, Japan