My name is Gary Tranquill, and I was born under unusual circumstances. While everyone else was agin', I was gettin' younger... all alone.


Jesuit Priest: How old are you?
GT: 68 ... but I look a lot older.
Jesuit Priest: God bless you, he’s 68.
/laughs

Spaz: Gene, this is my new offensive coordinator GT.
Gene: You’re so old.
GT: Only on the outside.


Spaz: You got your coaching legs about you, old man?
GT: I think.

Random Superfan: He gives me the willies. That is not for me.

Daisy: Gary, where are you going?
GT: Off to Boston College. I’ll send you a postcard.
Daisy: Write me a postcard from everywhere!

(Daisy would go on to receive postcards from Annapolis, Charlottesville, Cleveland, Blacksburg, East Lansing, Charlottesville, Chapel Hill, Dusseldorf, and Chestnut Hill)


Spaz: I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is.
GT: Some things last.

GT: For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

Spaz: Goodnight Gary.
GT: Goodnight Spaz.


the curious case of
GARY TRANQUILL

FALL 2009

-FIN-