Auburn


20
Oct 10

Stuff, which is better than things

Every productive thing I did today was about work and class. And since I don’t want to bog you down with those details today, because you’ve had your own already, I’ll just share the leftover things that haven’t made it here this week.

I forgot to link to my football scribblings again this week. My friends at The War Eagle Reader made a post out of my tweets from the Arkansas game, similar to what you saw here on Saturday.

And then on Monday half of my Q&A ran on al.com:

Alabama question 1: … What can the Tide show against Tennessee to put restless fans at ease heading into a bye week?

As for Tennessee, that breaks one of two ways and Alabama can’t win it psychologically either way. Option one: Alabama dominates and we all realize, “Oh, UT is the worst team in the world since San Jose State. This proves nothing.” Option two: Alabama and Tennessee find themselves in the traditional knife fight-rivalry model and we say “Oh, they can’t even separate from a terrible Tennessee, who might need an overtime against San Jose State.”

Sometimes the third Saturday in October comes along at exactly the wrong time.

Especially since this game is played on the fourth Saturday. No one got this joke. Subtle humor was lost on this crowd. Today they ran the second half:

(S)haky as the defense is, there isn’t another team on the schedule where Auburn is going to have to score 50 to guarantee a win. This is the logical conclusion of what I was wondering aloud late in the fourth quarter at Jordan-Hare: Has there ever been a game when you could score 50 and STILL lose to Auburn? This has never happened in any modern context.

The Arkansas game, odd as it sounds considering they gave up 43 (and 330 yards and four scores to the number two quarterback), is thus far the most complete game of the season. It wasn’t complete, but the most complete so far. Blocked punt results in a touchdown. Two big kickoff returns, including a 99-yarder, turn into scores. The kicking game was solid. The offense was terrifying. The defense ultimately sealed the deal with turnovers. It’d be nice to see that for four quarters, but you have to think of that as an unexpected surprise if it ever does appear. And since that isn’t going to happen with any kind of regularity you have to readjust to the new reality: The Arkansas game is the new complete when you dress it up in orange and blue.

The formulation is simple. If Auburn scores points — and you’ve never, even in 2004, been so confident of Auburn’s ability to produce on any given drive — they win games. I’ll take Auburn over LSU, but with the caveat that it can’t be a one score game late, because there is one-sixteenth of Les Miles’ soul that he can sell for another bizarre finish.

Meanwhile, LSU’s Les Miles is thinking of invisible players to try to stop Auburn’s Cameron Newton. I wrote about that very thing three weeks ago. Nice to know coaches are reading your scribblings.

I added a new page to the War Eagle Moments blog. That one came from friends in Washington D.C. this weekend. Since it is football season and some of you are the Auburn traffic I get this time of year, feel free to check out that photo blog which exists simply to brighten your day.

This evening I visited Walmart. The entire trip, to a slowly remodeling, but working store, was to look for a picture frame. They did not have one I liked. But, at this price, I took two of everything on the shelf:

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Finally, the update from yesterday’s Alaska journalism story. No charges for anyone.

And, apropos of nothing, this story features an Alabama lawmaker who was smart enough to physically threaten a television reporter while his camera was running.

Just makes you proud.


16
Oct 10

Seven and oh!

War Eagle! 65-43.

In a game with no defense it was the defense that put it away, setting up 28 points in just five minutes of the fourth quarter. This game shattered conference scoring records. In the final analysis the offense built the pace, special teams contributed mightily with a punt block and two huge returns. The defense held late. This is as complete a game as we’re going to get, this season. It was a delirious affair.

In the pregame, praying for the heathen Razorbacks:

Pregame

And from here, the Twitter feed takes over. Post-game thoughts, as needed, are included in the bold.

Not a cloud in the sky, BEAUTIFUL day in the loveliest village.

Announcing starters. When Ryan Mallet’s name was called, we helpfully pointed out he’d be second string at Michigan.

My 14,000th tweet! Thanks so much for reading them!

Arkansas goes just north of nowhere to start the game. Auburn begins at their own 29.

Auburn picks up a big first down across midfield but there’s a suspicion of holding. Auburn punts. (You saw this happen twice.)

Looks like a nice crowd from Arkansas came down the pig trail.

Arkansas strikes first, 0-7.

The student body throws the opposing team’s football over the lip of the stadium after kicks. Hope Arkansas can fetch them.

Demond Washington is due a huge return. (He then brought the ball out to midfield.)

Cam Newton loves pork barbecue.

TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! Cam Newton trucks Arkansas for the score. 7-7. (Seriously, who wants to hit that guy at this point?)

The play before Kodi Burns put down a serious block on the edge.

The Auburn secondary came to play. This could get scary. (I should have said they came to hit. Because they were making physical plays when they got to the ball carrier. But being there is key.)

@supurmario27 down the line. Bobby Petrino is thinking about a new job.

@wesbyrum pushes a 43-yard field goal through and Auburn takes a 10-7 lead.

Demetruce McNeal is a special team all his own.

The fans are of the belief that the officials are bovine specialists.

Arkansas drives the length of the field, big time drive, to retake the lead 10-14. Mallet got hit solid a few times. (Did you notice how slow he was getting up over the course of the drive? I think his problems were cumulative.)

Cam Newton is going as himself for Halloween. You can too! The bookstore now has signs announcing No. 2 jerseys for sale.

TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! @SupurMario27 scores. Maybe. Pending review.

TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! @supurmario27 carries it across and @wesbyrum extend the Tigers lead, 17-14.

Ryan Mallet is out. Don’t see him on the sideline, but he had been slow to get up on the previous drive. (And it was a long time before anything definitive filtered through the stadium.)

Auburn sells out and comes up with a game changing blocked punt. (Huge.)

Cam Newton rides scooters over defenders.

TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! McCalebb around the right side. @wesbyrum’s kick makes it 24-14.

TOUCHDOWN

Don’t know what they’re talking about on the sideline, but it better be about emphatically putting Arkansas away. (Turns out, that was not the case. Not yet anyway. You forget, sometimes, that the other team has a say in this too.)

Nick Fairley haunts quarterbacks’ dreams. (Really. The man’s terrifying.)

Arkansas’ back up quarterback drops a ball into a receiver’s waiting hands. 24-21. Nice little move on his part.

Nice screen to @supurmario27, negated by penalty. (Stop me if you’ve heard that one before.)

@wesbyrum sends us to the half with a 26-yard field goal and a 27-21 Tiger lead. (This all could have been exhausting, but in retrospect, it was really as if the game hadn’t even started yet.)

Shame Mallet has a bruised brain. Get well soon, razorback.

Cam Newton on a 28-yard jog as the Tigers get set to break this game open. (He doesn’t run fast. The earth just rotates more quickly when he is in motion.)

Arkansas’ defense holds, on comes
@wesbyrum to kick a 28-yarder, making it 30-21. (Be honest, who thought he might break the scoring record in this game.)

Do you think Urban Meyer now wishes he kept Cam Newton around?

Somehow the most penalized team in the conference is benefitting from the close calls. (Granted, this was written in the heat of the moment. We know better now.)

I’d like to see the Auburn DBs get off a few more blocks. (I’d also like a pony.)

Arkansas throws a TD (quarterback controversy!) and the score is now 30-28. (Right about here you’re wondering who this Wilson guy is. And you were right to do so. It is not too early to worry about him for next year.)

Onterrio McCalebb! 99 yards on the kickoff return. (I think that was Washington’s return, but I’ll take it.)

Delay of game? I thought Steve Ensminger had left the state. (Sorry, someone must be picked on when you start a drive at the opposing goal line and immediately penalize yourself. Of course it can’t be Coaches Malzahn or Chizik’s fault, and Cam Newton is blameless until the football gods. Ensminger gets the nod. He’ll be back in town next weekend. He’s coaching tight ends at LSU now.)

CamNewton

Cam over top. TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! Someone in the athletic department is now compiling Heisman footage. 37-28.

Fear the backup. (I do. Really, this guy is frightening.)

OK, the defense is now giving them up small and big. Time to go back to the drawing board. 37-35.

Auburn needs some new block shedding drills. (I take it back. I don’t want that pony.)

Razorbacks are just itching for a fight.

Arkansas re-takes the lead to start the 4th quarter, quieting Jordan-Hare like only the Razorbacks can. (Seriously, if you’ve ever wondered how spooky it would be to hear 87,000-plus get deathly quiet, come visit anytime Arkansas is in town. They have a way of doing that, with or without Fred Talley.)

Two point conversion is good 43-37.

The Mallet brain bruise is a ruse. Wilson is Mallet. Petrino is a Falcon. Nutt coaches Arkansas and Ole Miss. Take the blue pill. (It made sense because nothing makes sense.)

Auburn’s first drive of the 4th quarter begins with Newton flinging one out to Darvin Adams near midfield.

TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! Cam Newton to Emory Blake, 44-43. (Fine throw. Cam’s two best efforts of the day were on this drive.)

Last team with the ball in this game wins.

Wilson, Arkansas’ backup quarterback, has 271 yards and four touchdowns.

Cam Newton has 186 yards rushing. @supurmario27 has 60, Onterrio McCalebb has 29

Arkansas fumbled! @z_etheridge4 picks it up and sprints for the score. TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! 50-43, review pending. (I turned around right here, just to be sure the Barn wasn’t burning again. It had become bizarre enough to consider.)

TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! I-40 is a trail of misery, Hog fans. 51-43.

Whoa livin’ on a prayer. How apropos.

Eric Smith, tough as a Northport steak! (I’d been wondering why he wasn’t in the game more, but now I can see he was just stoking up the hate.)

Wilson’s pass is intercepted by Josh Bynes who returns it to the Hog 7. Place goes nuts. (Does Auburn have seismographs on campus? Did they register this?)

TOUCHDOWN AUBURN. Cam Newton on the run pass option keeps and puts this one away. 58-43.

Now if the defense keeps it together against LSU next week …

Josh Bynes with a niiiice interception. @Ren_ called it before the play, too!

TOUCHDOWN AUBURN! North Little Rock’s Michael Dyer breaks free and scores. 65-43. The SEC TREMBLES.

There’s a helicopter overhead. Someone’s trustees are here to recruit. Petrino.

Bo Jackson is on the sideline. Is he here for an anointing?

Auburn takes over on downs. An unusual statement in a game with 1,020 yards and 108 points. We need consistent defense. (My mythical pony can probably contribute a few reps.)

7-0, hammering a one-loss, 12th ranked Arkansas that gave Bama all they wanted.

If you thought that was crazy, Les Miles brings his psycho roadshow into Jordan-Hare next week. (This one won the Most Retweeted award for the day.)

Can Cam Newton play defense? How about basketball? Barbee salivates.

The student body takes up the Heisman chant.

To Toomer’s, to watch the celebration:

Toomers

And inside the drug store, for overpriced lemonade:

Lemonade


14
Oct 10

I cause trouble

I’ve neglected to mention, of late, my meandering contributions to the delusional football talk in the state. My friends and former colleagues at al.com asked me to participate in some little roundtable discussion they are running on one of their sports blogs, and I, of course, was happy to oblige them. On Sunday afternoons they send the questions, I dash off a few answers and, this week, they broke them up into two posts. Let the calamity begin!

Alabama question 2: Alabama was beaten pretty soundly in Columbia in all three phases of the game. What did Steve Spurrier and company do to stymie the Tide, and is the blueprint now set for future opponents? What adjustments can the Tide make before facing currently-unbeated LSU and Auburn?

Carolina wanted it more. Alabama looked flat and not nearly as fast as they normally do. The Gamecocks won on the defensive line, with a solid backfield and a talented receiver corps. I like to think of it as Alabama looking ahead to Ole Miss. You could chalk it up to want to or scheme, but probably, it was the perfect storm of a still-coming-of-age defense playing against a group of offensive players in garnet and black who just happened to be good where Alabama was exploitable.

[…]

Clearly Saban has anger issues when it comes to football — I’m sure it’s safe to visit the Saban estate for Halloween, kids, but don’t go dressed as a football player …

First of all, “unbeated” is now my new favorite word. But, more to the point, people go nuts in the comments. It is comical and almost painful to see how many joints are being strained and sprained to re-shape the narrative of the football season to fit a new reality. It just goes to show that the diehard sports fans of the world and the rest of us, grounded in “reality” or “pragmatism” or wherever else we might find our comforts, are really the ones that are lacking.

Fortunately the diehard fan’s comments on the most useless of ephemeral blog posts can show us our error. Read them all if you need to re-evaluate your life choices.

I enjoy games for the athletic prowess on display and (as I get older) for the potential that it offers talented young people to use their physical gifts to better themselves in other ways. I enjoy the pageantry of the event and the emotion of the experience. I like to think I can leave all of that at the stadium, or at the end of the broadcast, and continue with my life. There are a segment of people that don’t do that, or don’t see the need to do that, and we all thank them for building such incredible page view numbers.

That was on Tuesday, and today they ran the other half of my dashed-off observations, including talk of the upcoming Arkansas at Auburn tilt and thoughts on the now imploding SEC East. But, first the Auburn question:

Auburn question 1: The tables have turned, as Auburn is now ahead of Alabama in the SEC West, the major polls and number of wins against South Carolina this year. Tell me why it’s great to be an Auburn Tiger.

Because being better is always better. Because that makes the insecurities of others so much more delicious. Because despite all that you have said — and despite the inevitable heartburn we’ll all have after Thanksgiving that has nothing to do with the meal — Auburn is 6-0, No. 7, leading many offensive statistics obscure and mainstream, and the Tigers have STILL not reached their full potential. And if they do, woe be unto those standing across the way.

The real reason it is great to be an Auburn Tiger as readers of other sections of this site know, is that “… a part of Auburn always goes with us.

What I’ve been reading: Enhanced Information Scent, Selective Discounting, or Consummate Breakdown: The Psychological Effects of Web-Based Search Results is the study you’ve been waiting for on the valence of relational ads to search engine queries. Before you rush over there and read that, promise to come back, OK?

Now that you are back, you should also check out The Effects of Message Valence and Listener Arousal on Attention, Memory, and Facial Muscular Responses to Radio Advertisements, which is a fine paper. And I’m not just saying that because I know the author and because commercials make my face twitch. That’s a nicely designed experiment, which is the point of our Researching Media Effects class, to find those studies that make us appreciate the methodology they used. We considered another study in class today that was … less than well received … and so it gets the non-link of doom.

Jeff Jarvis, a former boss and presently a professor of journalism at CUNY, takes NPR to task:

NPR has told its staff they may not attend the Stewart/Colbert rallies in Washington at the end of the month. I think they’re terribly wrong here, following the journalistic worldview Jay Rosen calls the view-from-nowhere to its extreme and forbidding employees to be curious.

Or as I tweeted: So I guess NPR reporters aren’t allowed to be *citizen* journalists.

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But my real problem here is, again, that NPR is forbidding its employees to be curious. There’s a big event going on in Washington. It could — just could — be the beginning of a movement mobilizing the middle. But NPR people are not allowed to even witness it, to go and try to figure it out, to understand what’s being said and why people are there. No, they can do that only if they are *assigned* to do that. Otherwise, it might seem as if by merely showing up they might have a forbidden opinion.

Gasp.

Very intelligent comments take place below Jarvis’ spot-on argument.

Mindy McAdams, a professor of journalism at the University of Florida, writes the sort of mini-essay that should be standard issue:

In hindsight, I have felt enormous gratitude for every D I got in my first media writing course, every cruel red comment my professors scrawled in the margins of that rough newsprint paper we typed on with our IBM Selectric typewriters, and every deadly boring school board and city council meeting I sat through, struggling to stay awake.

I learned how to conduct long and short interviews, take rapid and accurate notes, and write on deadline. I learned a lot about media law, the First Amendment, journalism ethics, and accuracy. I’ve been grateful ever since.

Then as now, however, the context was missing. I had no clue that what I was learning would be of value to me in my career, because all my professors were focused on an old-school model of hard news and daily newspaper journalism — which I deemed wholly irrelevant to me.

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And for all the journalism educators who complain that they cannot teach any new tools and software because they don’t know how to use those tools and software — what is your excuse for not putting context into your teaching? Are you oblivious to the Internet, online news and information, social media, and smartphones? Are you unaware of how journalism skills are used in all kinds of media and all kinds of jobs?

I’m not letting the students off the hook, though. What is wrong with young people who think that the only way to learn anything is to sit in a room with someone talking to them?

Meanwhile, online sales revenues are up, according to Alan Mutter’s analysis:

For the first time in 3½ years, digital sales at newspapers caught up with the growth of the rest of the online advertising industry, according to newly released data.

In a bright note for publishers, figures provided this week by the Internet Advertising Bureau showed that sales in all online categories rose by 13.9% to $6.2 billion in the second quarter. The industry-wide advance precisely matches the 13.9% gain in digital advertising by newspapers in the same period. The newspaper stats, which are compiled by the Newspaper Association of America, previously were detailed here.

As illustrated in the graph below, the last time publishers kept pace with the online ad industry was in the fourth quarter of 2006, when digital sales at newspapers rose 35% while volume for the industry as a whole rose 33%.

ANd now for the non-journalism, 98 years ago today Theodore Roosevelt was shot, and still delivered a long-winded speech. Of all of the Roosevelt anecdotes, this is the one you’d say was too much, if history didn’t verify it.

Did you know that Roosevelt hunted bears? Did you know he did so in Mississippi? I just finished reading about that in Brinkley’s The Wilderness Warrior, which proves you can write 800 pages about one man’s conservation efforts. I’m going to finish that book one day soon. I keep making this promise to myself. But I digress. Mississippi black bears, that’s the new Ole Miss mascot. The comments, as always delight, enlighten and then cross the event horizon to disappoint you.

And now, since you’ve been so patient and kind, a picture:

BestBuy

There are four of these, right up front and in the center of the store’s parking lot. The handicapped customer and the expectant mother had to travel a few more feet to make it inside, but that was well worth the smug satisfaction that gave someone to design and hang these signs. All four spots were empty.

Because I love the earth enough to not deplete it of one more receipt, I purchased nothing. You could rant about this sort of thing, but then you’d find that it has been done, at great length.

Dinner tonight with friends. One of the friends is our realtor, who just returned from a vacation to northern Europe — where he got engaged in the coolest sounding way — in time to hear about our burial ground theory. He does not believe us, but he will in time.

I hope he comes over for Halloween, when I expect a full court press of psychotic appliance happenings to occur. Should be a fun weekend.

So is this weekend. Is it here yet?


11
Oct 10

The Indian burial ground

Our home is haunted. And we’ve terribly angered some spirit that also lives here. This is the only logical conclusion.

First it was just bad work. Then a failure to follow instructions. Then bad luck. And now, I’m convinced we’re on some holy ground that never should have seen a house built in this place.

The first item, previously discussed here was a bad replacement effort on our part when it came to light air conditioner work. Then I broke the shower head, which yielded a much larger, funnier and more frustrating repair job that I never wrote about here.

Suffice it to say that you don’t want a plumber to come to your house on a Sunday night. That can get expensive. Fortunately the home insurance covered it.

After that it was the refrigerator. And here we were beginning to get suspicious.

Now the problem is the dishwasher, the previously steady, unremarkable but reliable dishwasher. It just decided not to do its job last night.

So I spent the late evening hours taking it apart. And my investigation yielded one truth: I can’t fix it myself.

Sealed it up last night and spent a little time investigating the possibilities today. The motor turns. The drain is clear. The float switch is free. What do you think the problem might be? I explained it all and asked this question of two appliance places. Neither had any real idea. One was very helpful, printing off schematics that showed what might be the problem, but upon further inspection doesn’t seem to be the case. Another was an old man who’s just hanging on. He has an appliance shop, the kind of place that 85 percent of the people probably pass on their way to Sears to buy a new deep freezer. The shop hasn’t been the recipient of any work since the 1970s. The man himself was straight out of the late 1960s. All of his prices were contemporary, however. He tried, but he came up grasping for straws, too.

The person that fixes it will probably not be those people. My guess is that the problem is the timer, which I understand can fail, or suddenly a power supply issue, for which I can’t test because of the configuration.

Or we’re living on a burial ground.

Spent the afternoon reading conference papers and checking in on one of my grandmothers, who had a little surgery done today. She’s doing great this evening, but could still use a prayer and a positive thought, if you don’t mind.

In that process I’ve learned there is a segment of my family, old and young, that hasn’t found the need to set up their cell phone’s voicemail. I’d just assumed everyone did that, and created a custom wallpaper on the first day with their new phone.

That’s what you’d do, right?

So there’s the Monday history. I’m still working my way through the Pine Hill Cemetery. There’s just mountains of local history under the stones there and I still have about a third of the place to walk. I’ll give you three of the finds today and a few more next week.

Ross

The first thing you need to know about Bennett Battle Ross, here, is that he was actually a Bennett, junior. His father, Bennett, was a methodist minister. The dad attended nearby Lagrange College and became a professor of English literature at Alabama Polytechnic Institute (Auburn) in 1872 when Junior was six.

Junior, then, was educated at API, the University of Chicago and abroad. He became API’s assistant chemist, and then a professor of chemistry at LSU. He’d return to Auburn as professor of chemistry in 1893, served as the dean of agricultural sciences, the state chemist and university president for a brief time. He was in every chemistry society in the world, it seems, and, because he was popular, served as a director of the local bank and cotton mill.

Ross

That’s Ross, a dashing looking guy, from my 1925 Glomerata.

Auburn’s Ross Hall, built in the year of his death, is named in his honor. It was for years the chemistry building, but after a recent renovation now houses engineering and administrative offices. Check out some through-the-years pictures of Ross Hall.

The interesting ones there are from the building’s construction in 1930 compared to a 1957 photograph. If you’re familiar with the campus the difference between 1930 to 1957 is much greater than the one between that 1957 picture and the supporting 1979 photograph. That’s the case for a lot of the world, though.

McAdory

This one is both prominent local history and slim, indirect personal history. Isaac Sadler McAdory’s father, Isaac Wellington McAdory, is the namesake of the high school I attended near Birmingham. After the Civil War — during which he served in the Jonesboro Guard, Company H of the 28th Alabama Infantry Regiment and saw action in Mississippi, Kentucky and, most prominently, in Tennessee at Chickamauga and Nashville and Georgia in various battles surrounding Atlanta — he founded his own school, Pleasant Hill Academy. It crops up as a fairly prominent regional 19th century school in post-bellum history.

His son, Dr. Isaac Sadler McAdory, was Auburn’s second dean of veterinary medicine, working at the university for more than 48 years.

McAdory

That’s McAdory in the 1936 Glomerata, his first appearance there. The university’s large animal clinic is named after him.

Camp

Edmund Camp’s marker says he was the first textile engineering graduate in the western hemisphere (at Georgia Tech). It’s an odd sounding thing, but true. He managed mills in Georgia and would go on to found the textile engineering program at Texas Tech and then started the program at Auburn in 1929. These days it is called polymer and fiber engineering where they’re doing cool things like improving the strength of vehicle armor to help keep soldiers safer.

Camp

Camp was also an Auburn graduate, earning his master’s degree from A.P.I. in chemical engineering in 1935. That picture is from the 1931 Glomerata. Unfortunately there isn’t much more to tell. Even though he was a chemist and an engineer, I have the feeling his story might be a good one, but the Internet doesn’t know it.

I bet he could fix my dishwasher.


9
Oct 10

Dean Foy

Dean Foy

We woke up this morning to learn the sad news that a great Auburn man died last night. Dean James Edgar Foy was a graduate of Alabama, a World War II naval pilot, holder of a PhD from Michigan State (this picture, from the 1970 Glomerata, was just after he’d returned to Auburn from MSU) and a man who’d given the better part of his life to Auburn University.

He has a building named in his honor (should be two buildings, many have argued). The trophy shared between Auburn and Alabama for the fabled football rivalry also borrows Foy’s name. The famous Foy desk is named in his honor.

My personal memories with the dean are, sadly few, and center around the briefest and most cordial conversations at sporting events. While he was, in many respects, a man of another era, he was a timeless gentleman.

A friend of mine from undergrad remembers being honored at a Naval ROTC event with the dean. The two of them cut a cake together, my friend as the youngest attendee, Foy as the oldest. A lot of Auburn men and women have a great Foy story, there will no doubt be more in the coming days. Here’s a good one.

Dean Foy

This picture was from the 1976 Glomerata. It is from the Florida game, a particular miserable experience from the yearbook’s recounting. But, apparently, the students always had fun with Dean Foy, who retired in 1978, still full of life.

Dean James Edgar Foy was 93. He is survived by the entire Auburn family, all of whom are grateful for either knowing him or benefiting from a legacy he helped establish. Dean Foy is an Auburn man.