Remembering NACAC, a forty-year journey
Wednesday, September 27th, 2006Contributed by: Ross Lenhart
Senior Vice President, Stein Communications
When I approach October, it’s mental and habit — it’s the coming of the NACAC Annual Meeting, and I smile. I smile because this event means so much to me, for it was at my first NACAC national meeting that I started my professional life. It was 1966, exactly forty years ago in Washington, DC, at that famous convention hotel the Washington Hilton on Connecticut Avenue. As a brand new upstart admissions counselor, I was privileged to have rubbed elbows with and listened to such giants in my field as Bill Wilson from Amherst, Jack Hoy from Wesleyan, Ferne Horne from Mount Lebanon High School, and Jim Cavalier from Sewickley Academy. I was also blessed that my own boss and mentor, Jack Scott, Director of Admissions at Marietta College, chose to take me along. I have been attending ever since, first in college admissions for ten years and then as an exhibitor for another thirty. Why do I smile? At each meeting, the people get younger, and thus the ideas seem to get fresher. That’s why I am looking forward to my fortieth meeting in Pittsburgh next month. NACAC has provided me with both professional growth over this long career, and also a darn good time — and, folks, there is nothing wrong with that.
As someone who visited high schools in my first ten years of professional life, I used to comment that the best way to get to know an urban area or a city is through traveling to its schools. I traveled extensively early on throughout New England and the Middle Atlantic states and later throughout the Southeast. NACAC, through its national meetings gave me the opportunity to visit other places. After my first meeting in Washington, the next was in Minneapolis. In the Twin Cities I found a whole new world. I looked forward to returning again and again in 1982 and 1996. If you go to NACAC continually, you find yourself crisscrossing the United States, east coast, west coast, with an occasional visit to the south. From Minneapolis we went to New York where I can remember seeing a smiling Johnny Carson passing through the lobby. We then went to Chicago. Chicago was memorable because of the times. The 1968 Democratic Convention was fresh in our minds, and an association dealing with access to higher education was not immune from protest from the outside. I can remember watching Colonel Day, the burley but very gentlemanly Director of Admission at West Point, physically removing a profane outside participant from the lectern. The Chicago of 1994 was so different. Jogging near the lake in the art museum area in the breeze and sunshine was so calm and pure pleasure.
San Antonio in 1972 is so memorable, because I had no concept of the Riverwalk before I went — what a great convention in a great city. It was highlighted by Russ Gossage, Director of Admissions at Trinity University, hosting the whole convention to a barbecue in his backyard. San Antonio in 1983 was no surprise — we knew what to expect, but San Antonio in 2001 was held in the wake of 9-11, which was on all of our minds. I had just moved to Atlanta in 1975 when that city hosted the convention and I felt that my new hometown did a marvelous job. Each meeting for me has its own set of personal memories. It was in New York in 1989 where Stein’s Rob Glass and I did our famous Siskel and Ebert-like presentation of college recruitment publications in front of a packed house at 8:30 in the morning. My oldest son, Scott, who later became the subject of a NACAC Journal article, “Travels With Scott,” joined me to see The Phantom of the Opera — a father-son event that I have always remembered fondly. San Francisco is San Francisco. I have been blessed twice in 1971 and 1997. I always attempted to see something in areas in NACAC cities that I normally don’t travel to. During the first San Francisco convention, a group of us rented a car and traveled down by Monterey to see Stanford. It was a wonderful drive. Now it is rather humorous, but in the San Francisco meeting of 1997, our exhibit and display box was shipped from Atlanta with the wrong display — it contained a display from another division of the company. We had fun with a table, some samples, a white tablecloth, and loads of competitor onlookers with grins.
Seattle was a good one to see the beauty of the northwest and eat loads of salmon. I took the MTA in Boston to go to the Kennedy Library. Boston makes me think of baseball. During all NACAC national conventions, we fans are always either caught up in the World Series or the Divisional Playoffs. Oftentimes this situation has been tough for a Braves season ticket holder like me, but, then again, it has always been tough to be a Braves fan at World Series time. I saw the Cardinals in St. Louis. As a southerner, Louisville did me proud. Salt Lake City gave me the opportunity to examine my ancestry. In Tampa I lost weight by walking from the hotel to the convention center in the humidity. Orlando was pure Disney and fun. Long Beach was living on the Queen Mary. We were all impressed by the cleanliness and friendliness of Indianapolis. Los Angeles was Los Angeles. To this day, having started my career in Ohio, I am a loyal
OACAC-er — Cincinnati was a great meeting.
Still the magical meeting continues to be Washington 1966. It was the start of a wonderful life and fine professional journey. I owe the folks at NACAC a vote of thanks for crisscrossing me over the country for the last forty years, and for the hard work of all the local-arrangement volunteers who have made all of my Octobers worthwhile. But worthwhile is what NACAC is all about. I always remember it is only about a kid’s choice of a college — a serious life-changing decision in the middle of an impressionable youthful time. And here is a professional association filled with wonderful people who have an awesome duty to protect, value, and ensure that the process is kept within the best interest of that young person. NACAC professionals and all the nationwide volunteers who make these national meetings what they are have my gratitude. They have made my Octobers. Pittsburgh was great in 1993 and will be again in 2006. Damn right, it’s my fortieth!