text: There are not enough characters allowed here for me to tell my favorite Roger story.  There are too many (mis) adventure stories to choose from.  There was never a dull moment. Within half an hour of my arrival in Bar Harbor in the spring of 1987 for another season at Acadia, I was in a little rowboat with Roger and another crazy guy, pitching in the rising surf along the bold, rocky coast of  Maine, to rescue an albino deer stranded on a ledge. At least we had pfds on, but Roger couldn't swim! But instead of that one, I'll be sending my Wash - Rinse - Repeat tale to the High Desert Museum.  Maybe they will post in for a time. Roger is fondly remembered by his friends in Maine even after 25 years. 
  
  Thanks for the memories Roger.
  
  Charlie