{"id":85768,"date":"2023-10-06T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-10-06T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=85768"},"modified":"2023-10-19T10:49:26","modified_gmt":"2023-10-19T15:49:26","slug":"where-credit-is-due-don-and-pat-hall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=85768","title":{"rendered":"Where Credit Is Due:  Don And Pat Hall"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>In couples terms, Don and Pat Hall were the American Dream. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Don was a kid from a fairly unsuccessful farm in Starkweather, North Dakota, who nonetheless had athletic talent to burn.  He got a scholarship to come to Jamestown College, in Jamestown, where he lettered in Football, Basketball, Track and Baseball for all four years, setting some records that still stand at that school.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pat Hendrickson was, if not the homecoming queen, the girl who got the queen through English class.  The daughter of Sven Hendrickson (of which see earlier), a rural pharmacist, she came to Jamestown to major in English and become a teacher. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Don and Pat met at Jamestown College in, I think, 1931.  And they were married until death, indeed, parted them temporarily, about seventy years later.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Both of them went on to teach; Pat taught English, Don covered Chemistry when he wasn&#8217;t coaching.  And he was a superlative coach; he led Grand Forks Central through the only undefeated regular\/post-season\/championship march in the history of North Dakota high school basketball (until Jamestown pulled it off a few years ago), in (I think) 1940, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They had three kids &#8211; Jan (of whom more later), Jerri and Roger.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then &#8211; sometime around 1952 or so &#8211; Don decided to chuck it all and become a businessman.  He got a franchise for Lystads Pest Control &#8211; now a division of Ecolab &#8211; in Aberdeen, South Dakota.  He packed up the family and moved&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8230;and spent a couple years crawling around under porches on hundred-degree days chasing colonies of wasps, and decided before long to take independence a different way. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I used to say, to the delight of my classmates and the consternation of my teachers, he &#8220;sold drugs&#8221;. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Which was a breezy, sixth-grader&#8217;s way of saying he took his chemistry degree, and spent the next twenty-odd years of his career as a traveling pharmaceutical salesman.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I got to know Grandpa when he was at the top of his game &#8211; he had a pretty rocking route going on in the seventies.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He took me on his route once &#8211; a couple of days of driving from one small-town North Dakota drug store to another.  Montpelior, Gackle, Wishek, Richardton, Medina, Glen Ullen, Dickinson, and a whole bunch I&#8217;m sure I can&#8217;t remember.  He was on a first-name basis with all the pharmacists and owners.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It didn&#8217;t occur to me at the time that it was his third shot at a career.   That didn&#8217;t really hit me until I was into my thirties, really. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Don and Grandma were married for close to seventy years before they passed away in Arizona, about a year apart, close to 20 years ago. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>More on them later.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In couples terms, Don and Pat Hall were the American Dream. Don was a kid from a fairly unsuccessful farm in Starkweather, North Dakota, who nonetheless had athletic talent to burn. 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