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What Was It Like?
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One of my favorite memories of him happened long before I got into high school. When I was in the sixth grade, my teacher put me in charge of the "Math tools" corner of the room for Open House. I was to demonstrate my skill with the abacus and slide rule, for the edification and amusement of the parents. My first customer was Mr. Lipanovich, a man who hit .677 in our father-son softball game but whose math skills were limited to practical things a carpenter uses every day. He thought I was a wizard.
Quite full of myself, I asked the next parent to stop by if he knew how to use a slide rule. His daughter, Linda Woolum, made a strangled noise. As a matter of fact, he did. Six years later, when I was in his calculus class, we laughed about it.
On a more serious note, when he discussed the right thing to do (which he did, more often than most math teachers), he'd often tell us that when he had a difficult choice he'd ask himself what the men he admired most would do. One was his former crew chief in the CCC, one was his dad. He's one of the three I use, when I ask myself that same question.
Mr. Woolum was my neighbor in Clayton Woods and one of the nicest guys ever to sport a pocket protecter. Some of the gang in the 'hood were over at his house when he broke out a guitar and sang the blues for us one time. We were in awe that he would blow his cover so casually. I guess man cannot live by Elementary Functions alone. Come to think of it - that sounds like a song ... He seemed like a great dad as well - Hi Linda and Jim. I bet you miss him.