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we will include them Stories must include being spotted by someone else with a Marshall connection!
Leslie Wilson Gay ('74) I live in New Orleans, La. It was shortly before one of the I-AA national championship games. I wore my Marshall sweatshirt to the grocery store that afternoon to pick up some last minute snack items before the game. As I was walking across the parking lot, this woman came running after me yelling something about Marshall and asking if I was I from West Virginia. The woman turned out to be Mrs. Bob Pruett. At that time, Coach Pruett was an assistant at Tulane University, where I also work. We also found out that we lived very close to each other. Richard Lewis ('69). A few years ago I was in the airport in Las Vegas waiting for my connection to Ontario, Calif. I had a few hours to kill, so I did what everyone does...I started playing the slots in the waiting area. I was wearing my Marshall University jacket. A couple from Logan saw my jacket and came up to chat. They sat down at the slot machine next to mine. We kept playing as we conversed. The husband was a WVU grad and was soon reminding me of the Mountaineers' recent success in football and basketball. I started winning a little bit and was soon ahead about $135. I decided to quit. The wife made a remark to her husband that if he would learn to "quit when he was ahead" he wouldn't always be losing. Then she winked and noted that WVU might win a little more often on the field, but when it came to money (or anything green), a Marshall man would always come out ahead! She then said "Go Big Green" as they took their leave. Dave Anderson and Kathi Hall Anderson ('69). Through these many years there have been numerous stories related to our proudly wearing the green and white of Marshall. None, however, tops one in the fall of 2006 just prior to the release of We Are...Marshall. Kathi and I live in Louisville, Ky., so it could be an unhealthy thing to wear our Marshall colors but we brave it anyway. I went to the YMCA one morning wearing my Marshall jacket and cap. I was stopped by the director of the YMCA, who questioned me about my attendance at Marshall. I told him that I had, but that the story did not end there. I told him my grandfather graduated in the class of 1897 and I have his graduation picture. My mother had bachelor's and master's degrees from MU. Our two oldest children attended Marshall and met their mates there. Our oldest son ran Cross Country for Marshall as did his wife. Our son-in-law played basketball for Marshall. Our oldest grandson's name is...yep, MARSHALL. We bleed green in our family. Warren Rose ('70). While in Israel in February 2006, I was wandering the street in the old city in Jerusalem with my ever present Marshall U. football hat on my head. A man stopped me and asked if I went to Marshall. I said yes. He was a Lamda Chi frat member from my era. I was a Zeta Beta Tau member. We knew the same folks. He was living in Israel so he could have a front row seat for Christ's return (his thoughts). Anyway, it was great talking with a fellow alumni. Myra L. Taylor (BA'84, MA'92). I currently live in South Korea and asked several friends to go to the movie with me to see We Are Marshall at Osan Air Base. I of course wore my alumni shirt to the occasion. Following the movie I was standing in the lobby waiting for my friends and some very young airmen noticed my shirt and asked if it was the same school. I told them yes it was, and they then expressed their sorrow for what had happened. This lead to a conversation about the community, the people and the school, who I know and that sort of thing. Maybe these young folks will use their GI Bill to go to Marshall!
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