I saw your post about Walt Dropo. I lived across the hall from his son, Jeff, my freshman year at Colby. He had a body like Achilles. He swore he didn't really lift weights, and he credited a lot of his strength to lobstering. He was a very gentle and good guy. His father visited every so often. He was a mountain of a fellow. His son Drope was a good fellow and I was sorry he died.