Grad school
Gerry and I met at Purdue while we were working on our Master's degrees. We went out to Utah for a summer for field camp, although I really got to know him when we got back and we shared an office in the geophysics department. Gerry was so liked at field camp that there was even a song written about him. Years later when we were both at Lamont I ran across a piece of paper that I had written out the lyrics on. It was a nice reminder.
I was thrilled when he accepted our offer of a job at Lamont. It was nice to have an old friend around and great to get to know Dee Dee. At the time I was living in Nyack and didn't know a lot of people there. One night Gerry and I decided to meet for a drink at the Irish bar. Of course each of us meant another Irish bar and this was back in the late 90s when everyone didn't carry cell phones with them everywhere. So we each sat at a different bar wondering where the other person was. After much back and forth with answering machine messages we finally worked it out. Recently when we had visitors at Borehole we took them out in Nyack. When I asked where we should go for a drink Gerry said, our Irish place, where else ;-)
I'll miss you Gerry.
Posted by Mary
Tuesday March 18, 2014 at 10:05 am