It was the fall of 1966, the start of my junior year at the Wharton School.  We all would choose our field of concentration.  In those day, Real Estate Finance was not what you would call a sought after major.  There were six of us who had been together in the class of 68; we arrived that September day in Dr. David T. Rowlands real estate class.  Rowlands, a rotund man with an equally rotund smile appeared in front of the class impeccably dressed as he always would be, three piece suit…

Freshman year at Penn, November 1982. I was experiencing my first fall/winter in Philadelphia after growing up in San Diego. My "Community House" floor in lower Quad was hosting a bagel breakfast on a Sunday morning and I was wearing shorts, as usual. I still hadn't gotten used to the idea that the sun was out, yet the temperature was well below 50. As I ran upstairs to my room with a bagel in hand, I tripped. I cut my left knee on the jagged stair, which was…

My wife tells me I have no direction.  She's right.  And I'm glad.

When I graduated Penn in 1983 from the College (then known as the Faculty of Arts & Sciences, for reasons still unknown), I thought for sure I was going to hit New York, win a Tony and then parlay that into becoming a big movie star.  I had been in the theatre since I was a kid, was in the Mask & Wig Club, and survived touring with my Wig buddies despite what comes with traveling with twenty young guys who live…

AnAnimalLife-Sample.pdf

We are so proud of our alma mater that we wrote a novel inspired by our real-life experiences as students the University of Pennsylvania’s School of Veterinary Medicine!

A sample PDF is attached.  Please visit AnAnimalLife.com — net proceeds through the end of 2012 support…