A Friend’s Remembrance
By Tom DeBello ‘65

Chuck,      You asked for some memories of Jack. In between the tears and laughs I came up with a few things. How about the night at Huber House that we dressed in black and used burnt charcoal on our faces to be able to play commando? It was the middle of the night and Jack had us crawling on our stomachs down the steps (we could have walked down just as easily) then out the front door and into the neighbor’s garden next door. I’m not sure what we were after, but I think we would up with a few vegetables.
One summer Jack was house-sitting a monster Victorian place in Geneseo. God only knows how big the place was, I just remember that there was a huge center hallway with parlors on each side. The parlor on the left had two baby grands, back to back. There were 12 foot ceilings with huge oil paintings in thick gilt frames, a marble bust of Robert Burns, candelabras, crystal chandeliers—this place lacked for nothing in terms of Victorian grandeur. In Jack’s typical style he said, “Tomas wouldn’t it be great to have a formal cocktail party here?” And so he did. He conned someone into playing classical music on one of the pianos and he even invited some professors! Jack was right at home as lord of the manor!      The first Zig Tau Follies was great fun. I can still see Jack now standing out in front of the movie theater and all of us arriving in costumes (most of us in drag) and Jack with microphone introducing us! How did he ever get Spike Leonard to go along with it?      And what abut taking over the St. Mary’s church house and using it for our fraternity meetings. Talk about clandestine operations. Jack had us arriving and leaving at timed intervals so no one would suspect anything. Jack as Master of Ceremonies of the Jenny Awards!! Talk about presaging the Tonight Show!! Or what about Jack behind the bar at the M&B.
But I guess I can’t forget the Sunday night Jack got back from visiting a friend in Oneonta. He had a great time that weekend, and he came back with an idea “Dellaposta…what do you think of this?” He showed me a Sig Tau mug and said that we could start a chapter of that fraternity at Geneseo. Jack could have rushed any fraternity on campus, but he had this vision of a fraternity that could out class and out raunch any on campus, and not take itself too seriously.      I also remember the little things like a bunch of us (usually Jack, Bruce, you, Danny and I) walking uptown to Dots in the middle of the night or hanging around the hotdog truck that would stop in front of the fraternity house. Jack could always find a laugh and on the rare occasion when he couldn’t he could get Bruce to find it. As you know Jack was a great help to me when I had prostate cancer. He gave me the confidence to make the decisions necessary in the treatment and the feeling that I could survive it.      It’s funny, but I was trying to think of the characteristic that Jack had then that seemed to mature in him over the years. I think it was confidence. He always knew that things could get done. He never doubted that we would start a fraternity, or that it would be successful. He never doubted that we could do such crazy stunts as the Zig Tau Follies, Jenny Awards, or the Regatta---not to mention some of the really wild stuff (how did I ever wind up in a cabin on Keuka Lake in January with no heat or running water? And where was Bruce?) I think as he matured Jack had that same confidence he must have brought to his business. I know he brought it to his health issues. Jack was confident that he would lick the cancer, and he did for six years. I only wish it could have been longer. It just doesn’t seem right. “Tom as Dellaposta”

A Friend’s Remembrance
By Ken Silveri ‘66

     Jack and I were friends throughout college having met as freshman at Geneseo. Although he became a Sig Tau and I pledged Phi Sig we remained friends and had great times together. Over the next forty years we always remained in touch even though at times years passed when we did not see each other. The tributes paid to Jack at his funeral brought back the memory of my wife and son's reaction to Jack. I remember both of them saying, "how could anyone not like Jack, he's always so warm and genuine". They got it instantly and I've known it since I was a kid. Thanks Jack!

“Kensil” (Ken Silveri)

A Friend’s Remembrance
By Bruce Jordan ‘66

I met Jack in freshman year. It was 1962--back in the days when women and freshmen men had HOURS. The ladies had to be in the dorm by 11 on weeknights and the freshman men had to be in by 11:30. We both lived on the quad--Jack in the old Blake Hall and me in Frasier. The freshman girls lived in Jones B, just down the hill from the College Union where the whole campus ate in the days before Mary Jemison. Just before the main entrance to Jones B was a glass-enclosed entryway known affectionately as "the fishbowl". When you were walking your girlfriend home the last few minutes were spent "making out" in the fishbowl before the girls had to "sign in". That's where Jack and I first met and sort of became friendly. We saw each other all over campus freshman year, but mostly over in Wads Aud where both of us were active doing onstage and backstage theatre productions. The one I remember most was "Threepenny Opera". We just "hung out" there, along with a very colorful cast of characters--affectionately known as "the arties". I'd list them all, but nobody would remember.      Sophomore year we became fraternity brothers. Jack lived in Huber House, halfway down Court Street. Along with Tom DeBello (who was my freshman counselor from Lindenhurst, Long Island which was one town away from Amityville where I grew up), Jim Vidoczy, Jack Piedmonte and a few others. Dahnny Walrath showed up frequently because he lived a few doors down the street at his grandmother's house.      When Jack got his inspiration to start Sig Tau, he and Tom DeBello stopped by my room (I still lived on the quad sophomore year in Sturges Hall) one beautiful fall day in 1963 and asked if I'd like to be one of the founders. As far as I can remember, the core of people were Jack, Tom, Jim Vidoczy, possibly Dahnny Walrath and me. Little did I know that the antics of the next couple of months would be hysterical and that Jack turn out to be my best friend for life.      We started our clandestine fraternity meetings at the Big Tree, our home away from home. Frequently we would secure a meeting room there as members of the IFC (the Inter-Faith Council). Sometimes as a cover we would carry Bibles. Naturally, if the real IFC (the Inter-fraternity council) caught wind of what was going on, Sig Tau at Geneseo would have been squelched before it was born.      It was a spectacular autumn, that autumn of 1963. I remember that it was one long Indian summer. It was a magic time and we knew it. As the founding members grew week by week, the fun and camaraderie got more and more intense. It was a bright and shining memory and Jack was always in the center of it.      By the time we "came out" on Friday, November 22, 1963 we were the talk of Geneseo. Unfortunately, in the early afternoon President Kennedy was assassinated and our celebration turned to mourning. School was ended early for Thanksgiving and Tom DeBello and I hitchhiked towards Boston to go to the funeral. But the funeral was changed to DC and we wound up at my aunt and uncles house in the Berkshires. Then we hitched home.      Junior year, Gordy Bruce, Chuck Curatalo and I had a triple on the ground floor of the frat house on Elizabeth Street. Jack had a small room off of ours all to himself. Oh, the hysteria of those fraternity days. Especially when we would stay there over intersession, when no one was on campus. Junior year during intersession we had a huge snowstorm and the biggest thought was how to steal the good cafeteria trays for sledding behind the Holcomb School. Always, Jack was at the center of the excitement with some "plan" that was sure to bring further pleasure to all. And no matter what went on, the end of the night saw us all in the old barroom at the Big Tree, mingling with the "townies" and planning tomorrow's activities.
	Jack and I created and orchestrated two of the big Sig Tau successes junior and senior year--first the Sig Tau Junkyard Regatta and Jenny Awards and then the Sig Tau Follies. My perspective is that Jack was the inspiration of both events and I was his willing helper. I know I was the co-emcee of the Jenny Awards, which was a riotous success. Jack and I were sitting on the back of a car hitching a ride up to campus to take showers and put on our tuxes for the event. I was pissed as a newt having crewed "The Black Swan" with Mark Limerick and, after that sank halfway through the event, being hauled onto a more sturdy raft and helping that crew drink their quota before the finish line. When the car took off, I fell on the road and scraped open my whole left shoulder. Fortunately I was already anesthetized, so the damage was minimal. Jack was a riotous success as one of the emcees. He had that special "thing" that made him funny and watchable. Throughout his life he would be asked to mc everything from high school reunions to funeral celebrations. He was even more successful as the MC for the Sig Tau Follies. I directed, aided by many. Many of you have seen the pictures of Jack outside the old Riviera Theatre announcing the "celebrities" as they arrived in convertibles. Who can forget Torchie la Phlegm (Tom DeBello) arriving to a magnificent welcome by MC Jack with one of the Flying Phartz (Spike Leonard) looking on.
Jack and I were on the intramural football team (thank god I was only called in when everyone else was injured) and the College Bowl Team. Somewhere I have a trophy for our second place finish.      Jack and I rented a great apartment with "Box" Kochman the summer of 1964. I think it may have been the favorite summer of my life. We both took Production of Musical Comedy and it was the summer of "Bye Bye Birdie" and we made a lifelong friend in Wendy Lesniak, the talented singer and dancer who was dazzling in the leading role until the opening night performance when she took a backward fall from a table and fractured a vertebra on stage. She was and IS a sweetheart and some of you may know her as the mother of Justin Long, the popular young actor who starred in "Accepted" and who is the "out of the box" computer guy on TV.      Senior year, I was president of Cothurnus and Jack and I would have the right, therefore to sign out a college car to go to Rochester "looking for props". What we really did was drive into town and stop at every bar in sight, our favorite being "Bullwinkles" where a little old lady played the piano and there were sing-alongs. It was a hoot. And when I was in Rochester last year, it was still in existence.      I remember graduation as being one huge hangover from a week of house parties on Coneseus Lake. Wow. Who knew that after graduation in 1966 that Jack and I would be the best of friends for the next 40 years. It was an incredible ride, and I was so happy to part of Jack's life. “Brucie”

A Friend’s Remembrance
By Chuck Curatalo ‘67

I met Jack Sheehan in my freshman year. Jack was a sophomore, a blonde Adonis, athletic, handsome, out-going, and very articulate. I was a skinny, shy, naïve, slightly high-strung freshman at that point. As we came to know each other the only things we had in common were that we were both education majors and members of the new Sig Tau which Jack had previously co-founded. We both had artistic talent and we both loved to laugh. Jack was interested in the theater arts and I was an art minor.      We also shared a fondness of movies. Jack found my knowledge of movie trivia “fascinating”. He would say “Charles” (Jack’s pet name for me---he always had pet names for people), “you know more shit about movies than Cecile B. DeMille”. For this and other reasons known only to Jack he found me likeable and found my naiveté amusing--something that baffles me to this day. And I was in awe of everything about him.      Concerned about my shyness, Jack, Bruce, along with my Big Brother Jim Vodoczy and others took me under their wings. They forced me to go parties and participate in fraternity activities that I would never done by myself or without encouragement. I had no choice—Jack could talk anybody into doing anything he wanted.      The years our fraternity “gang” which included Jack, Bruce Jordan, my big brother Jim, Tom DeBello, Dahn Walrath and I spent at Geneseo were some of the most fun-filled and adventurous years of my life. Jack, in particular, sought out fun and adventure like there was no tomorrow. As a result, we spent a great deal of time creating and developing fraternity events like the Zig Tau Follies, the Regatta, our beautiful snow sculptures and Homecoming floats to keep the new Sig Tau on the cutting edge. As a result high academic achievement took a back seat. I often wonder if any of us could survive or even get into the Geneseo of today. Surely Jack could—he could accomplish anything he wanted to do!      I fondly remember Jack as the perfect Master of Ceremonies at our Zig Tau Follies and other events. I recall him presenting me the first annual Jenny Award for Simpleton of 1964 after one of our famous regattas. Today, some people would say that was rather insensitive. Perhaps so, we were young and youth does have its faults. But I was wise enough to know that the award was accompanied by a mutual affection that continued to this very day. Years later when the funny, legendary “Charles Stories” repeated by Jack, Bruce and other gang members became part of the Sig Tau Old Guard lore I took pleasure knowing that I was fondly remembered. So thank you, Jack.      After graduation I lost contact with Jack. However, I would see Bruce every now and then. He would always keep me up to date on Jack, and he always said that whenever he saw Jack he would always ask about me. A few years later I briefly spoke to Jack on New Year’s Eve when I was awoken at 3 AM by a phone call from two drunken “fools”—Bruce and Jack. Needless to say they were hilarious! This must have been the beginning of their legendary late night calls to their long, lost Geneseo friends. Years must have passed before I heard from them again.
When the twentieth anniversary of the founding of Sigma Tau Psi approached, I received a phone call from Jack. He and Bruce were organizing the reunion and he wanted to know if I planned to attend. For a second, I was hesitant to accept remembering how I once was a target for amusement. But after a few minutes of chatting and roaring laughter I accepted. How could I not? Besides I had long ago shed my self-conscious “baggage” and my waist size, poundage and self-confidence had increased significantly. Sorry to say the opposite was true of my hair line.      Needless to say we all had a jolly good time at the reunion in Geneseo. Jack was with his wife the former Kathe Reynolds ’67 (Geneseo) whom I had known from my first year of teaching in Warwick, NY. We all got along famously. We took enjoyment in seeing how successful each of us had become. At one of the reunion gatherings Jack the jokester announced, “Bruce, tell us a “Charles Story.” Well, needless to say Bruce did and we all roared with laughter---including myself.
We didn’t get together that often—sometimes a years went by--but we always kept in touch via phone or email. I always eagerly awaited Jack’s emails which were usually accompanied by the most hilarious bawdy cartoons you could find. Sometimes I would get a phone call from Jack in regard to a question he had about an old movie title and/or star that he had seen on TV. Fortunately for him, I usually knew the answer.      During these years Jack and I got to better know each other. I got to know him as a devoted father, husband and a great humanitarian who became very active in local charities and civic organizations. His family meant everything to him and so did his friends. Recently when he heard that a member of my family faced a possible cancer diagnosis, Jack was very supportive, helpful and encouraging.      The last time I saw Jack was this past August at his beautiful home in Scotia, a town outside of Schenectady. We had all spent the previous day together at the Geneseo Alumni Day at the Races event at Saratoga. The following morning I chatted with him in his lovely sitting room-bedroom that overlooked his beautiful garden while he began his morning ritual of blood pressure check, sugar count and his morning meds, etc.      He seemed optimistic and energetic, and in fact was preparing to go his office at The Costumer. He had really enjoyed the alumni event and the many Geneseo friends who were there. But there was something about Jack’s coloring and his thinness that alarmed me. I feared that maybe he was slipping away. We talked about our families. He said he was glad that I had good genes (92 year old father) and he hoped that I too would live a long time. I swallowed hard realizing that he was still thinking of others when he was going through so much.      Shortly after our conversation I had to bid him what was to become our final good by. As always, we hugged each other and I remember holding that hug a few seconds longer than usual. “Luv, ya”, said Jack the eternal jokester as he gave my bald head one final rub for good luck!      After hearing Jack had passed, I remember feeling very badly, particularly since I hadn’t spoken with him since last August. I had heard he was having more health difficulties but I didn’t want to bother him since it was nearing Halloween---a hectic time for the costume business. After a long sad ride from Rochester, I joined the endless line of people at the funeral home who stood in line for hours to give condolences to Kathe and the rest of Jack’s family.      Jack the perfectionist would have been proud of the church service. It couldn’t be any better even if he had helped orchestrate it himself. I like to think that maybe he did. From the haunting bagpipe prelude to the rousing rendition of Amazing Grace, the flawless Duet:The Prayer and the touching eulogy by Bruce and other close friends, Jack had the perfect send-off on a perfect autumn day.      At the internment each person had been given a “Sig Tau” white rose to place on Jack’s buried ashes. Bruce had told me that particular rose had been chosen because of Jack’s pride in co-founding Sig Tau. As I placed the rose on Jack’s grave, I said my final good-by. I remember whispering through my tears, “Good-by Jack. I luv ya’ and will miss ya.” Won’t we all. “Charles”

A Friend’s Remembrance
By Al Tolsma ‘67

     It is the spring semester of 1965. Sig Tau Pledge Ace is trying to get across the quad without being seen by any of the Brothers. But who does he see coming in the opposite direction but Brother Sheehan. Pledge Ace, like any other pledge, was trying to look as invisible as possible. No such luck. Pledge Ace has been spotted. What ridiculous, embarrassing task is Brother Sheehan thinking up? The mind boggles at the possibilities. Brother Sheehan and Pledge Ace's eyes meet. Brother Sheehan has that look. You remember - - - the look that says Jack has just put one over on somebody, or Jack is about to put on over on somebody. Pledge Ace hopes that that somebody is not him. Jack, with that little grin on his face which says he know exactly what Pledge Ace is thinking, just nods and says "Ace" as he passes by. Sweet relief for Pledge Ace!
     Now I'm not sure if this incident ever took place, or if it took place a dozen times. But to Brother Ace, it epitomizes Jack Sheehan. Never knowing what he is thinking or planning, but knowing he was up to something.
     Jack, you are the only person I know who could con St. Peter into sending him back to earth. Jack, I really hope you don't. I think if you hang out there for a while, you just might get to like the place. Don't worry about us. We have our memories of the good times. I'm sure there is a Big Tree Inn there someplace. Brothers Walrath, Allen, Peterson, Fuller, and Brigham probably have established a Sig Tau Alumni table in the corner and they have saved you a chair. Save chairs for the rest of us. I know you'll have lots of stories for the rest of us when we get there.

“Ace”

A Friend’s Remembrance
By Joe Auriemma ‘66

     I am sure that everyone who responds to this request for memories and thoughts about Jack will refer to his great sense of humor and his easy going personality that made everyone feel like they knew him all their lives, even if they just met Jack.
     My memories go back to the 1960s when my father use to drive a group of us Geneseo students from our home in Amsterdam, NY to the campus. Jack was always a part of that group of explorers. Explorers in that, even though the NYS Thruway was in existence, my dad always chose to drive Rt 20. Jack was a gentleman, even back then, never commenting on the "long way around" but instead made the trip seem shorter with his great sense of humor.
     More recently, Jack demonstrated this great sense of humor through his treatments for cancer and his unending saga of procedures and almost procedures. His e-mail to all of us just before his scheduled laryngectomee was both humorous and uplifting.
     A group of us last visited with Jack and Kathe at Bruce Jordan's home in August. This was after the Geneseo Day at Saratoga. Once again, Jack literally entertained us with stories of his medical emergencies. His positive attitude about his health and his ability to laugh and make others laugh was amazing. Many people have said this...Jack was a one in a million.

“Joe”

A Friend’s Remembrance
By Jim Vidoczy ‘66

It was the fall of 1962 when we arrived at SUNY Geneseo. There were three men’s dorms; Sturgis, Blake and Fraser (in order from the top of the Quad) and we were assigned Blake Hall. The first floor Resident Assistant (RA) was Phil Bracchi and the second floor RA was Jack George, who incidentally had a girlfriend named Paula and because of that the refrains of Hey Paula were heard often, especially when Jack exited the shower with a particularly florid look about him – Paula was at college miles away. Bracchi, on the first floor became a primal mentor to the dorm because of his artistic bent overlaid by his comme çi comme ça attitude to the rules of the college. I later realized that this had much to do with his upbringing in Amsterdam (where Jack was from) and the absolute disregard for the establishment that came out of that gritty town.      Meanwhile, in bucolic Geneseo, the tail end of the pre-boomer generation was about to have its due.
We were pre-disposed to following rules and authority. Our professors were all born somewhere around the time when electric lights became common, the Gospel was, well, the Gospel, and good kids were expected to sit down, shut up, take notes and pay attention. We were good kids…until about October. Then we questioned things. It got ugly, fast. About this time Jack gave up his Marine scholarship during the Cuban Missile Crisis when all reserve units were put on high alert. Jack lost his military stipend and was occasionally seen trying to trade his Marine Corps emblems for a hamburger at George’s “Where the Doorstep Says “NORMAL.”      People came out of the closet, one guy hid in the closet not washing for weeks on end and was terminated; deemed unsuitable to be a teacher. We were taught how to pronounce Porsche (por-shia) by a kid from Long Island of dubious countenance; we were entertained by Piedmonte’s ice sculpture of Linus at the piano at the first Winter Carnival.
In the spring it was time for the Freshman Musical Revue or some such Frosh thing. Jack and Bob Root scripted and staged an extravaganza as the “coming out party” for our class. Wadsworth Auditorium was absolutely full and the revue was brilliant! I played an actor in a scene. I was so terrible that I got spontaneous applause – probably in the wrong place. At the end Jack and Bob came out on stage to tumultuous applause. The two of them completely invented this huge production, music, choreography, lyrics and all and they just did it! Tirelessly and relentlessly; they just handled it! Bob and Jack became roommates the next fall at what is now known as Huber House.      Huber House, Court Street. Of the founding brothers, three of us lived at Huber House: myself, Jack and Tom DeBello, the first President of ΣΤψ. Also in that house as a future member was Jack Piedmont. Bruce Jordan lived far away and, actually, was an afterthought contrary to popular myth. Jack Piedmont peaked in 1964and was never heard from again.      In the fall of 1963 when the whole ΣΤ thing happened Jack and I were rooming with ФΣ brothers. We were both assumed to become Phigs. That didn’t deter us from enlisting Bob Root (a ФΣ and a true friend)and his 1954 Chevrolet to take us to SUNY Oneonta to visit the ΣΤ chapter as a follow-up to Jack’s earlier visit. We pleaded our case to form a fraternity at Geneseo and they forwarded it to the national body and we got the blessing to be ΣΤ. But what would the last letter be? They were ΣΤФ – too close to the ФΣ name (we thought of being ΣΤФ Beta Chapter) – so what is a cool totally Greek letter? ψ came up because it was so damn Greek –even Liberacean! No one liked it at first but it gained momentum and so we were ψ’ed! And that is why, those of you who might still have one, the original sweatshirts, they say: ΣΤψ – Alpha Chapter; perhaps Jack had plans of expanding.      Jack worked tirelessly recruiting pledges for ΣΤψ in the fall of 1963. It was all done very clandestinely and we were probably poaching more in the ФΣ vineyard than in the Deke (ЛΚТ) vineyard. I, for one got a Deke and lost a Deke.      Finally the launch of the Fraternity was on November 23, 1963. After much clandestine planning, it was a riotous morning with us showing up on campus with our Fraternity jackets. I drove to Syracuse a month or so before to order the jackets and then drove back to pick them up the day before we “revealed” ourselves. They were beautiful jackets with big chenille pile letters on the front. Then President Kennedy was assassinated and the fun just went out of the day…      As things came back into balance the college was in an uproar over the tactics of ΣΤψ and the recruiting practices…it was “illegal” to pledge students in the first semester, however, at an All Fraternity meeting, presided over by the College, Tom DeBello explained that this was not “recruiting” but “forming...” Tom was nervous but he carried it off and ΣΤψ was recognized by both the Fraternity Council and the College.      Where’s Jack In all of this? leading the early 4 members (Bruce Jordan as the 4th). Why was ΣΤψ formed? Because we could! It was a modest act of rebellion within the confining parameters of the authoritarian school system. As far as confining parameters are concerned, the fall of 1963 also saw a large contingent of Geneseo students joining the March on Selma. For myself, I thought playing basketball was far more important. I was right. Those of us who stayed home and played basketball made it safe for blacks to dominate the sport after Selma.      Where is Jack? Jack is under this, over this and in this. Jack had this flat haircut, parted and pasted down like most of us in those days, last I saw at GEVA last fall, he still had the same haircut! So did Bruce, still red and Jack still sandy blonde---am I the only one who has gone grey? Well, not exactly, Chuck Curatalo has just, well, gone to a neutral corner. Chuck, by the way is my little brother; the first pledge class in 1964. We found him at the Student Union. He sat at “our table” obsessively singing “People Who Need People” along with Barbara Streisand on the juke box. He was a commendable octave lower and on key. Hey, we were all about diversity and hitting the high notes!
I don’t really remember the first time I met Jack, probably in Bake Hall where we both roomed, but I know we were, along with Bruce, involved in a lot of the productions at Wadsworth Auditorium, whether they were the spring & summer musicals or doing curtains and gaffing for the Limelighters or some other musical group that came through town. Jack and Bruce and I all became good friends through this. I won’t even get into the cast parties.      I can remember something Jack introduced to the dorm – the “leaner.” I even helped him with one. You take a 45 gallon garbage can and fill it with water, lean it against the dorm room door –very carefully- and then knock on the door. If you’ve never seen 45 gallons of water come into your room like a tidal wave, you’ve really missed something! Jack loved pranks!      Jack was usually in the same bunch as me and Bruce and other ΣΤ’s who had a penchant for the Big Tree Inn and raunchy times – usually not at the Big Tree, decorum and all. We had great fun starting off the weekend with Gully Parties, The gully, last I looked, now has a dorm at its
edge. It is where Hwy 63 and Hwy 39 intersect. In those days it was way outta town. We would go there with our wineskins (really) full of either Thunderbird or Ripplé (I always liked the French spelling). We would sit on the edge of this gulley and basically get hammered before going out on the town to get hammered some more. Jack was always in the middle of this with his wit and humor and grace. As I remember, a lot of the Gully ladies eventually formed ФLX. Gully Parties are not to be confused with “Under The Bridge Parties” which was an outcome of the ΣΤ Regatta.      Upon leaving the Gully we would head down Hwy 63 to the M&B, later known as the Statesman. Every time a car would approach we would “circle the wagons” for protection. We were probably quite a sad sight to the locals – seeing their hard earned tax dollars at work! Speaking of the M&B, Jack used to tend bar there and I used to sling beers on weekends. The plan, which often worked was that we would be the only two sober guys left at last call and had the pick of the titter. It worked well enough, except Jack would always beat me to my permanently parked (behind Huber House) ’55 Plymouth. How ironic that it had blown a rod!      In the summer of 1964 Jack and I roomed together in Fraser Hall for Summer Session. We wanted to accelerate our education and we simultaneously realized that we needed more schooling and more co-ed time. One day we decided to do a panty raid on the girl’s dorm down the hill. We went right in the front door, glanced at the desk attendant, told her we were in maintenance, and opened the door to the inner sanctum and yelled out in a loud voice, “Man in the Hall!” It was a total surprise attack and we rifled many panties from the drawers of screaming girls. A day or so later we were paid back when all of our underwear was found hanging from the bushes outside our dorm room. Oh, Jackie, we were so.....so spontaneous? Silly? Jack always loved to stir things up and it was never hard for him to find an accomplice.      I could go on. But let’s just leave it here. How do I remember Jack aside from these reminiscences? Jack would often ask me to wake him up for his 8 o’clock class when we were living in Huber House. He’d look you straight in the eye, with great poise and intent and say, “Yeah, yeah I’m up!” He thought he was up because Jack thought anything was possible, he was damned convincing too but he was sound asleep! I might as well have tried to wake up the bust of George Washington he kept in his room.      We spent a lot of time together, we were good friends. We trusted each other and we would give each other whatever it was in us that the other guy needed. Jack was charming, bright, a helluva a lot of fun and willing to go along with anything if it added to the joy of the moment; a master of the incredulous put-on. Jack had a knack for making everyone comfortable, In fact, if he felt you were on the fringe he would bring you to the centre. Jack was truly a very sweet and sincere guy, self-effacing and giving.      After being “absent” for some 35 years it was a revelation to go to the 40th Reunion of the Classes of ’65 & ‘66 and meet some of my old classmates. Elaine Tramontana gave me Jack’s phone number and the night I called him, he was just a little shocked. We spoke for over an hour although I am sure that was difficult for him. We saw each other at GEVA and for the younger brothers who might read this – nothing and everything had changed. We still loved each other as we did back in the day and we shared, in our phone conversations and e-mails, the same truthful and unguarded comments that we would have shared when we were younger men.      Jeff Haber sent along Jack’s obituary and as I read it I realized I had never known Jack’s life realized. There was much I didn’t know about Jack as he went through his life. It reminded me that, especially reconnecting with many of the brothers from so long ago; we are the same as we were – only more so.      Jack, I’m going to miss that double 12 Year Old Bushmill’s with you. I had hoped Bruce would be there too so we could have our own belated Gully Party, circle the wagons and head out to the M&B.      I’ll miss you, Jack. I’ve held your memory close all the years I was away and I knew in an instant when we reconnected last year that you did too. The best of friends are always waiting for you. See you later, Jack! “Vidoce”

A Friend’s Remembrance
By Audrey Smith ‘67

A poet once said: "No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness". Jack Sheehan certainly made an impression on all those who knew him. To different degrees our lives have been enriched for having known him.      My earliest memory of Jack was off campus at a certain ".....tree" where groups of students gathered to sing or play guitar while enjoying the local libations. I remember thinking that Jack was handsome, articulate and sarcastic, in a humorous way of course. Jack would talk to anyone, (as if I even have to point that out). Jack loved to talk but he also made the effort to listen to other people. He made people around him feel important. I really admired that quality in him. He also loved to listen to a good story and loved to tell good stories. I have a smile on my face just thinking about this. Jack could do that to a person...make you smile. Whenever I saw Jack and Bruce Jordan huddled together I wondered what they were up to. Not too many people could keep up with them.....until Kathe entered their lives.
When I think of Jack I think of Fun, which could have been his middle name. Every Christmas I looked forward to receiving a card from the Sheehans knowing that Jack would get his family into all sorts of garb and positions to make the image just right. Everyone seemed to get infected with his zest for life, for having a good time.      Kathe and I went through the Speech & Hearing Program together but we didn't become friends until senior year. We got our first jobs after college together and then we went our separate ways. Within a few years Kathe called to tell me that she was marrying Jack Sheehan. I was thrilled. I just knew that she was in for a great ride. I thought of how they had so much in common with their love of theatre and their creativity. I thought of how they would complement each other, Kathe with her poise, serenity and subtle sense of humor, and Jack with his boyishness, outgoing personality and his wild sense of humor. What a great match!     Jack was also a great father....who wouldn't want a father like Jack Sheehan. He gave his all to his family and friends and still had more to give to his business and his community. He made the world a better place for everyone he touched, and many people were touched by Jack Sheehan.
Whenever you hear a funny story or laugh at a clever joke Jack will be laughing with you! “Audrey”

Contributions may be made in Jack's memory to:

Wildwood Foundation/Ned Pitkin Endowment (that last part is very important)
2995C Curry Road Extension
Schenectady, NY, 12303

UPDATED MEMBER DIRECTORY
Active Old Guard Member Directory and Their Pledge Class Year

Member/Pledged	Email Address	Address	City/State	Phone
Lester Arthur ’68	laainpa@comcast.net	402 Vineyard Lane	Downington, PA 19335
Irv Beimler ‘65	ibeimler@hovde.com	1824 Jefferson Place NW(B)	Washington DC 20036	202-822-8117(B)
Mick Brenno ’68	mbrenno@nycap.rr.com	148 Maplewood Dr.	Gloversville NY 12078	518-725-9041
Roger Brown ‘68	rogerdbrown@msn.com	13 Lindsey Ave.	Dansville PA 17821	570-271-1008
Gordy Bruce ‘63	gbruce07@msn.com	129 Milford Drive	West Syracuse NY 13206	315-463-8315
Jim Burk ‘65	dentist539@aol.com	78837 Jay St.	Pultneyville NY 14538-0108	315-589-8201
Sal Ciolino ’68	ciolinos@adelphia.net	325 Table Rock Rd.	Gettysburg, PA 17325	717-334-7716
Mike Crino ‘67	crino@clemson.edu	Clemson University	Clemson SC 29621-1305	864-656-3753(B)**
Chuck Curatalo ‘63	ccuratal@rochester.rr.com	145 Chimney Hill Rd.	Rochester NY 14612	585-723-3487
Rob Curran ’69	rcurran@geico.com	8 Sergent Court	St. James, NY 11780	631-584-4042
Tom DeBello FG**	setdebello@hotmail.com	43 River Heights	Smithtown NY 11787-1713	631-265-6956
Douglas Dixon ’68	ddixon@epri.com	7905 Berkeley Dr.	Gloucester Pt. VA 23062	804-642-0293
Dan Downing ‘68	sunny21@adelphia.net	9855 Woolworth Court	Wellington, FL 33413
Ken Gadbow ‘65	kgadbow@rochester.rr.com	4951 Butler Rd.	Canandaigua NY 14424	585-394-7732
Chuck Hall ‘63		6480 Reservoir Rd.	Hamilton, NY 13346-9559	315-824-1674
Bob Hussey ‘63	rhussey@frontiernet.net	9805 Highland Ave.	Dansville NY 14437	585-335-9795
Bruce Jordan FG	brujordan@aol.com	12½ North Ferry St.	Schenectady NY 12305	518-346-6149
Bill Kamalsky ’68	billk50@northnet.org	258 Thompson Blvd	Watertown, NY 13601	315-788-0764
Carl E. Kanoff ’68	ckanoff@twcny.rr.com	POB 87	Candor, NY 13743	607-659-7777
Howard Kranz ’67	hjkbwick@yahoo.com	70 Manton St.	Sayville, NY 11782-1326	631-589-0048
Gary Kresser ‘65	garykress@aol.com	87 Westgate Rd.	Kenmore NY 14217	716-874-2392
Dan Kwarta ‘63	dkwarta@rochester.rr.com	78 Main St. POB 55	E. Bloomfield NY 14443-005	585-657-6550
Joe Lentner ‘67	jlentner@rochester.rr.com	19 Oak Manor  PO Box 164	Leicester, NY 14481	585-382-3653
Jack Langarek	langerakj@aol.com	74 Arrowhead Lane	Penfield NY 14526-1012	585-586-4837**
Spike Leonard FG	scramtwo@aol.com	125 E Main St.	Avon, NY 14414	585-226-2594
Bruce Lomnicki ’68	lumpe@rochester.rr.com	8 Pine Circle	Mt. Morris, NY 14510	585-658-3416
Tim Lyons ‘67	alyons@rochester.rr.com	4552 State Rte. 20 A West	Warsaw, NY 14569-9712	585-786-3458
Dave Mead ‘65	dmead001@rochester.rr.com	114 Main St.	Mt. Morris NY 14510	585-658-9658
Dale E. Metz ‘67	metz@geneseo.edu  or dmetz1@rochester.rr.com	SUNY Geneseo	Geneseo NY 14454	585-245-5132
Dale J. Metz ‘65	smetz@triad.rr.com	5318 Montevista Dr.	Greensboro NC 27407	336-454-5835
Bob Meyers ’66	BJmeyers@rochester.rr.com	79 Center St.	Geneseo NY 14454	585-245-8377
Thomas Mooney ‘68	bluemoon@stny.rr.com	214 Rockwell Rd. RD2	Vestal, NY 13850	518-725-9041
Jack Morrell ‘63	jmorrell@redsuspenders.com	Salzburg Village	Palmyra NY 14522	315-597-9560
Carl D. Pauli (Puliafico) ’68	drdpauli@hotmail.com	111 Campbell Town Rd	Palmyra, PA 17078
Pat Pallend ‘63	pjp@fairburn.com	43 Greene St. NE	Fairburn, GA 30213-1446	770-969-6315
Bruce Parmiter ‘68	parmiterb@aol.com	42961 Ledgemet Lane	Washburn VA 020147-4481	703-723-7009
Walt Peek FG	wnpeek@usadatanet.net	182 West Lake Road	Penn Yan NY 14527-8905	315-536-6230
Jack Piedmonte		71 Maplewood Ave.	Spencerport NY  14559	585-352-9189
Thomas Powers ’68	tpowers@siemens.com	56 Mitchell Rd.	Oxford, NJ 07863-3343	908-835-8357
Jim Restall‘67	jnrestall@aol.com	103 Peoria Ave.	Buffalo, NY 14206-2632	716-894-3093
Bill Ryan FG	w.ryan@tcu.net
Jack Sheehan FG	costumerjs@aol.com	25 Sunnyside Dr.	Scotia NY 12302	518-346-2891
Mike Sobczak ‘66	msobczak@pirnie.com	7 Victoria Dr.	Hilton Head SC 29926	843-837-4810
Jim Tobin ‘65	tobinjat46@aol.com	62 Valewood Run	Penfield, NY 14526	585-388-0982
Al Tolsma ‘65	altols@aol.com	55 Majestic Circle	Amherst NY 14226	716-835-8435
Steve Troskosky ’68	stroskosky@alli.wnyric.org	2614 Ten Mile Rd.	Allegany, NY 14706-9520
Bob Veltz ‘65	rveltz@rochester.rr.com	80 Sandoris Cir.	Rochester NY 14622	585-266-9256
Jim Vidoczy FG	jim.vidoczy@sympatico.ca	45 Palmer Ave.	Richmond Hill, ON L4C 1N6	905-737-0541
Tommy Welch ‘63	tomwelch@frontiernet.net	4259 County Rd. 4	Canandaigua NY 14424	585-394-0108
Fred Welch ‘65	w5105@msn.com	5105 Claybank Ln	Centreville, VA 20120	703-830-5946
James Wright ’68	sydoilr427jbw@aol.com	106 Countryside Ln	Williamsville, NY 14221	716-688-1583

**Founding Group (’63)

B=Business

Inactive Old Guard Members*

Name	Address	City/State	Phone
Timothy Barstow ‘68	4559 Limeledge Rd.	Marcellus, NY 13108
David Barry ‘68	6190 Fawn Meadow St.	Canandaigua, NY 14425
William Breuer ‘68	16 Prospect St. 29-E	Filmore, NY 14735
Robert Crumb ‘68	1709 Grand Ave.	Savannah, NY 13146-9774	315-365-2237
Leroy Clinton FG	675 Hammond St. 1	Chestnut Hill, MA 02167-2117	617-879-9824
Tom Crowley ‘67	240 West Cornwall Road	W. Cornwall, CT 06796	860-672-0103
George Dougherty ‘68	14 Monterra Ct.	Rockville, MD 20850	301-340-8573
Jeff Gosch ‘66	4307 Cinnamon Path	Liverpool, NY 13090-1927	315-652-4492
John Hoffman ‘67	6 Terry Ave.	Schenectady, NY 12303-4812
Larry Horgan ‘67	1 Cline Rd.	Victor, NY 14564
Roy Howard ‘63	3438 Valley Ranch Dr.	Lutz, FL 33548-4758	813-908-0817
Fred Koch ’68	92 Red Cedar Dr.	Rochester, NY 14616
Robert Kochman ‘63	301 E. 21st St., Apt 7E	New York, NY 10010-6534
Chet Kuhn ‘67 .	4219 E. Main St	Williamson, NY 14589-9212
Victor Ladota ‘68	11332 Ledgemet Lane	Windermere, FL 34786
Mike Luczak ‘65	68 Brookridge Dr.	Exeter, RI 02822-3619	401-294-9766
Bill Marion	824 7th St.	W. Babylon NY 11704	516-888-0159**
Larry Patzwald ‘66	122 Miner St.	Canton, NY 13617-1349	315-379-9597
Dave Sperino ‘68	2811 Main St.	POB 25 York, NY 14592	585-243-3417
Christopher Sugnet ‘68	9219 Admiral Lowell Pl. NE	Albuquerque, NM 87111-1261
Thomas Spearing ‘68	488 E. Lake Rd.	Penn Yan NY 14527-9422
Angelo Ventresca ‘68	4694 Jason Ct.	Lewiston, NY 14092-1182
Jerome Virzi ’68	69 Lyell Ave.	Spencerport, NY 14559
Lawrence Wilcox ‘68	7 Doris Cir.	Newton, MA 02458-1929
Paul Zedonis ’68	10 Bonnywick Dr.	Harrisburg PA 17111-4932

*Have not responded to invitations and/or requests for email addresses.
**Honorary member

Lost Old Guard Members*

Wayne Crawford ‘66	Henry Harvey ‘67	Greg Sutherland ‘66	M. Dale Rogers ‘68
John Duncan ‘67	Ron Leffler ‘65	Erik Wilson ‘66	Al Shurtleff ‘68
Ed Garrison ‘66	Sal Marchese ‘66	Thomas Bryden ‘68	Robert Pearl ‘68
Jim Goldseth ‘65	Peter Schonleber ‘67	Michael Manning ‘68	Allen Wood ’68

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Chuck Curatalo ’67 (‘63 Pledge Class)
Sig Tau Old Guard & Friends Newsletter Editor