There comes a day in every holiday season when the only viable option is to strap on the W.C. Fields apron and let it rip:
Franz and Frances Brotzen, taken, I think, when they were Masters of Brown College sometime circa late ’70s.
There comes a day in every holiday season when the only viable option is to strap on the W.C. Fields apron and let it rip:
Franz and Frances Brotzen, taken, I think, when they were Masters of Brown College sometime circa late ’70s.
Yes, that was while they were masters at Brown — ’77 – ’82. They were wonderful! I only wish you had a picture of Franz Brotzen on “Fire Protection Night” (characterized by everyone in the college bringing water guns to dinner in the commons) as he entered the commons from the outside, wearing a yellow rain slicker or suit, along with his rain hat, carrying the garden hose spurting water! He absolutely got into the spirit of any and everything we did, as did Frances — just lovely people. I remember him and Frances with great affection!
And Melissa, happy holidays, and many thanks for cheering us all year with your lovely blog posts!
“On the whole, I’d rather be in Philadelphia.” Not really, but someone had to say it.