Lured from the innocence and simple pleasures of Scotland, South Dakota, to the fleshpots of Annapolis, Johnny Downer soon carved his unique niche in the hearts and minds of those with whom he came in contact (or collided). Enjoying the curses and blessing of a temper to match the color of his usually overabundant hair (with a caustic tongue as well), he time after time endeared himself to OOO’s company officers, roommates, and Bible-beaters all over Bancroft. Of course life does have its rough spots — but what better to do during June Week than stare at the 8th wing parking lot? Lead driver in the toyota demolition derby, runner extraordinary, and a man who said, “Lips that touch liquor will never mine.” Actually, under all that uncombed hair sits a fairly penetrating person, sometimes looking sarcastically at surrounding flora and fauna (especially the two-legged kind), and sometimes showing that humanity he often tries to hide. Navy Air (and maybe civilian line some years hence) will do well to have him.