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WW,
I was still at Newark Campus when John and the guys got screwed. It is probably just as well, for if I had been on the main campus, I would probably been among those who picketed (though not stoned, not my style) the Faculty Club that year. John was highly thought of back then, and I regret that I never got the chance to meet him.
One other story. In fall of '65 I lived on the top floor of Steeb while attending Law School for a couple quarters. (That floor was reserved for law students in those day, which was great, being adjacent to both the law school and Ohio Union where I hung out a lot.) Anyway, my roommate was named Bill Steele, and he had a huge brother (Bob?), heavily recruited by Woody (out of one of the affluent Cleveland suburbs) on the team who often came by. Bill was convinced he was a future all-american, but to my knowledge he never saw the field, for whatever reason.
One day Woody came by our room looking for brother, but I was out somewhere, much to my consternation, as I only got to meet him briefly once, 10 or more years later.
Go Bucks!
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