When reading the Desert Sun last weekend I came across a name that sounded familiar. Then I remembered that Harold Haver and I started at the University of Iowa in 1952, lived in the same fraternity house for four years, sharing a basement room called the"rat hole" our senior year. After graduating in 1956 we went our separate ways with no contact over the years. I wish I had known that Harold was living in Indian Wells, close to our winter home in La Quinta. Audrey and I extend our sympathy to Elaine and family and friends but I appreciate remembering the good times with Harold some sixty years ago in Iowa City.