A Pal He Could Count On
ARTHUR DALINE AND I MET IN EARLY 1966 when we were both 20-year-old rookie accountants at a Minneapolis firm. The two of us were ready to set the world on fire. But before we could really get to know each other, Art was off to active duty with the Army Security Agency Reserve. After six months,
Art returned to the firm and we discovered a mutual love of bowling. We bowled in leagues together for years to come.
In May 1967, Art visited me for the first time, and we had our picture taken in front of his Studebaker Lark. That fall, he pulled some strings with his reserve commander, with whom he was close, and got me into his unit. Otherwise it was certain that I would have been drafted to serve in Vietnam. I will be forever grateful to him for that.
The same year, Art surprised me when he married his hometown girlfriend. They had a child together but, unfortunately, the marriage didn’t go well. Art got home from work one day in 1971 to find his wife gone and their house empty. I consoled him the best I could and was happy when he found love with someone else.
We passed our CPA exams and started successful careers, while continuing to bowl, golf, play chess, canoe, hunt and fish together. In 1978, Art moved to California to be close to his daughter. I was sad to see him go, but we kept up our friendship with frequent visits. Art became an excellent golfer in California; he’s had six holes-in-one!
Recently, my best friend was diagosed with dementia, but he’s fortunate to have his daughter to watch out for him and he continues to enjoy seeing his grandchildren. I’m amazed at how well Art is fighting his memory issues. He handles his difficulties with dignity. I’ve been blessed to have had such a fine man as my friend all these years.
ROLAND ANDERSON • PLYMOUTH, MN
STANDING TOGETHER are Art (left) and Roland in Brooklyn Park, MN, more than 50 years ago and in Long Lake, MN, lastyear (Art at right).