
In 1964, I was a kid from a small town in New Hampshire who had just graduated from Fenwick, a large, all-boys Dominican school in Chicago. My dad had me headed to the Ivy League: Cornell or Dart-mouth. Fenwick had me headed to Boston College or Georgetown. I chose Hamilton, and arrived at College Hill Road with the aspirations of becoming a teacher and basketball coach.
Hamilton helped me learn how to think, to write, to speak and, most importantly, how to learn — the cornerstones of leadership. This foundation prepared me for one of the greatest learning experiences of my life: a year in Paris (my junior year) to study history and politics at the Institut d'Etudes Politiques and art, cinema and drama at the Sorbonne.
Nearly every Friday night, I'd catch a ride from a truck driver from Les Halles, the historic flower, fruit and vegetable market known as "the stomach of Paris." On Sunday nights, I'd hitchhike back to Paris. That's how I learned about France and the French.
It was a year packed with emotions and experiences:
I returned to Hamilton for my senior year with a different perspective on the world and, importantly, a beginning sense of the person I had the potential to become. I left Hamilton in 1969 far better prepared than I appreciated for the twists and turns that took me to a Ph.D. program at the University of Virginia, to an airbase in Japan during the Vietnam War, to Harvard Business School and eventually to Procter & Gamble.
At every unexpected turn, I've been challenged to learn and to lead — two skills I began to develop at Hamilton.
(from Hamilton's Admission Viewbook, 2007)
