Tom's been to other Class Reunions, but this was to be the first under his own power. Only problem was, having a big, heavy electric wheelchair requires a big van to lug it around. Flying to the reunion would have required renting a specially equiped van of uncertain capability. And reliability. The only sensible thing to do was: ROAD TRIP! Classmate Frank Rodrick flew in from San Diego to pilot The Starship Enterprise. Lori and Phil met him at the airport and drove him to Belmont Village. Lori and Ken threw Tom's things in a suitcase and Tom launched up the ramp. The boys were on the road less than an hour after Frank landed.
The first day was pretty uneventful. It was a warm, sunny afternoon and lulled by the rhythm of the wheels, Tom took a nap. So did Frank. They arrived at the Virginia border rested and refreshed, ready for a good night's sleep at what must be the world's noisiest Holiday Inn. The next morning saw them off bright and early. . .right into the face of Hurricane Ivan. They drove most of the day in a heavy downpour, arriving in Annapolis mid-afternoon--right after the storm broke.
Lori, Phil and brother Gregg were there to welcome them. As were a couple hundred classmates, at the dinner/reception that evening. Remember that photo on the first page, the one of the handsome young studs in their Plebe Year? Here they are now. Completely unchanged.