Cliff was my lifelong friend; we met at Amherst and continued to see each other up until last year. He had a wonderful way with people and mixed easily with people who had a wide variety of interests and personalities.

We roomed together at Phi Psi senior year and went to Europe together the following summer. Cliff always credited that trip for changing his life’s direction. Previously he had been interested in a business career but exposure to all of the historical sites and cultural events in Europe redirected him toward teaching.

After returning to the U.S., he taught at an inner-city high school but that environment didn’t suit him. To my delight, he decided to teach at the college level and to get a doctorate at the University of California at Berkeley, where I had already been for a year. We roomed together for three years, along with Howie Bonnett ’58.

During his Amherst years, he worked summers at a high-end hotel on Cape Cod. Thanks to his innate charm (I give credit to his Irish genes), he made friends with many interesting people. I can recall a survivor of the sinking of the Andrea Doria, a resident of a mansion in San Francisco and many others.

But it was Denise Shual, a fellow graduate student at Berkeley, that he married at the end of 1960. Children David and Michelle arrived in the next few years.

Cliff left Berkeley in 1965 for a faculty position at the University of Texas at Austin and later moved on to Southwest Texas State in San Marcos. But he never lost his love for New England and, about 25 years ago, bought a place on the coast of Maine. He and Denise spent their summers there; my wife and I visited them many times, often sharing lobster dinners on the docks.

Shakespeare was a lifelong interest of his. Cliff’s doctoral thesis and subsequent research all revolved around Shakespeare and his times. And it was Shakespeare who had the most cogent words for the end of life:

To die, to sleep/ Perchance to dream.

Sweet dreams, my good friend.

Jim Mollenauer ’57