Richard B Anderson, EdD

They passed out the actual diplomas in the afternoon, in separate gatherings (I think they called them “convocations”) for the various schools. Posed after the formalities with Fletcher Watson, my mentor and benefactor. This seems to be the only photo of him that I possess. Hard to believe.

About this time, Fletcher lit up his professorial pipe. In a classic Rickism, our eldest chastised him: “Andersons don’t smoke!” He replied, to Rick’s astonishment, “I’m not an Anderson!”