Thursday, August 27, 2020

A Road Too Far

Bernard Daley was an immigrant who was born in 1858 and came to America with his parents where he lived the American dream.  He became a medical doctor, opened his practice in Lakeview, Oregon. Became a rancher, a banker, and a businessman who accumulated a large fortune.  In 1922 Dr. Daley established a foundation, the Daley Fund, that paid the expenses of every graduate of Lakeview High School who chose to attend four years in any of Oregon's institutions of higher education.  

In 1962 the institutional executives of Oregon's public colleges and universities elected to hold their annual meeting in Lakeview to honor Dr. Daley on the 40th anniversary of his gift. There are three ways to get to Lakeview, Oregon: Walk.  Ride a horse or bicycle. Use a car.  For Arthur Flemming,  President of the University of Oregon, Lakeview was beyond his walking range and he owned neither a horse or a bicycle, so that left an automobile. Arthur did not drive, so as the professional Executive Secretary of the U of O's Alumni Association I was selected to drive him to Lakeview.

Gene Lewis, a pal of mine from my fraternity days, lived in Lakeview and was delighted to learn I would be there on a late Friday afternoon.  President Flemming joined his fellow executives after we checked in to our motel as did I with brother Gene.  We retired to a cowboy bar & grill. (Walls decorated with displays of Indian arrowheads and at the bar each stool was a saddle.) After a few thousand old frat stories and an equal number of beers, Gene and I closed the bar at 2:30 AM and he dropped me at my room, where it was my plan to sleep until 9:00 or 10:00 AM and then treat myself to a fine Western Buckeroo breakfast.

                                                       Wrongo in the Congo

A note was on my door.  Dr. Flemming let me know he had arranged for me to be with him at breakfast (8:00 AM) and at the day-long meetings (down and down I go, round and round I go).  It gets worse.  Arthur invited the President of Oregon State University to ride back with us. Of course,  that meant little Willy could drive him on over to Corvallis (another 50-plus miles). Not good.  NOT AT ALL GOOD.  We left Lakeview for the 242 mile drive to Eugene in the late afternoon and I had no trouble staying awake at the wheel for the first 14 miles out of town.  From then on it was down and gritty.

The one terrible fear that gripped me was the newspaper headline in the Portland Oregonian I kept reviewing in my mind:  Presidents of University of Oregon and Oregon State University Die In Tragic Car Plunge Off Cascade Mountain. Driver of car, William Landers, uninjured and found peacefully sleeping in the tangled bodies of the two presidents.

A few sleepless years later I pulled into the driveway of Dr. Flemming's home, painfully aware that less than two miles away, across the Willamette River at 315 Van Duyn Street was a king size bed and a world-class pillow.  OSU's President chose to ride with me in the front seat to Corvallis where I fought to stay alert in his driveway, knowing that sleeping there would be bad form.

Corvallis, Oregon is way down my list of favorite Oregon towns, but on one of its quiet residential streets, in a pinch, a guy can grab a couple winks with no trouble.  Lakeview's not high on my list either.

2 comments:

Sister Mary said...

I want to know: did Dr. Fleming and/or OSU President sleep all the way home? Or did they attempt to keep you awake? I can't think of anything more uncomfortable than trying to stay awake in the dark with two sleeping gentlemen, especially when you can't join them.

Unknown said...

How long did it take you to get from Lakeview to Eugene? How fast could you drive back then?