Mimi and I first “met” at the end of the first six weeks of our freshman year at the University of Nebraska, when grades were handed out in our courses. As I sat anxiously in my honors chemistry class, I learned I had passed, but the professor said, “Only one of you received an A. Mary Rose, would you come up and get your paper?” A cute redhead walked to the front of the room. I thought to myself, “If I can keep up with her, I might have a chance at getting into medical school.” My goal was set; I spent most of the rest of my college days in the library.
In the spring of sophomore year, a chance event brought us together. We were both taking organic chemistry, and one day in the lab, Mimi dropped some of her orange dye. She asked if she could borrow some of my product to mix with hers. “Of course,” I replied, “in return for a date.” I called her a week later and asked her to go to a movie, but she said she was too busy.
When we returned to campus in September, I decided to try and get a date with the redhead one more time. I called Mimi again and asked, “How about going to a movie with me? You still owe me that date.” “OK, I suppose,” she replied. I took her to see “Dr. Zhivago,” one of the most romantic movies of all time, although I didn’t know it going into the theater. Driving back to campus after the show, I looked over at Mimi and thought to myself, “I’m going to marry that girl.” We spent most of our junior year dating and met each other’s parents.
We both applied and were accepted to WashU Medicine, matriculating in the fall of 1968. By Christmas, we decided to get married. I bought a ring out of a catalog, and while we were driving to visit her parents, I hid the ring under the passenger seat. I said, “Why don’t you look under your seat? There’s something that you might enjoy there.” She put the ring on and was happy to marry me. Her parents were understandably reticent, not wanting to risk Mimi dropping out of medical school. But we quietly persisted, and by the end of the next summer, they agreed to our plans. We were married in Graham Chapel on Dec. 21, 1969, with about 50 of our classmates in attendance.