After that, we figured that it was OK to be our true selves with each other. Ken was a trooper, trying not to show his pain. Ken, with gentlemanly valor, opened the car door, handed Joan her cone, got in and closed the door in what seemed to be a single motion -the only problem was that Ken forgot to take his hand off of the edge of the car door! Needless to say, closing his hand in the car door did not feel too good. We drove to the only McDonald's in the area, where Ken ate more food faster than Joan had ever witnessed (we still remember the list)! Afterwards, we got ice cream cones. Ken suggested that we get something to eat after his varsity football practice. What’s your favorite Dartmouth memory together?Ĭontinuing on the day that we met.After Joan paid for her books, we talked for a while. She did (much to her friend's surprise)! That was the beginning of a memorable day! Ken suggested that Joan follow him for a shortcut to avoid the line. Joan had a stack of books and was preparing to join the long line of first year students heading to the cash register upstairs. We met in the Dartmouth Bookstore, downstairs where text books were available.