Scott Replogle
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Can't I just post my CV? Nah, that wouldn't get it.
I was born at a very young age... No, that's not it either. Start
over.
How about just ask Neal? He knows most of it. Okay, that wouldn't be
fair to Neal and anyway he'd probably overemphasize things like Garcia
Gas Water.
Gee, maybe I could make something up...
So let's see. My parents met in Baltimore in 1945. My father grew up
in Altoona, PA and my mother was from Harrisburg, PA. She was a WAVE
and he was a Lt. jg and survivor of his sunken Navy destroyer off the
coast of Okinawa. No, that's too far back.
My parents got married after WWII in 1946. They moved to Oak Park
because my father took a job with his uncle, Luther, at Replogle
Globes Inc. That's why my middle name is Luther and I was born in Oak
Park, Ill. on January 21, 1951. Well, not the date but the Oak Park
and name part. They moved to 746 Monroe St. in River Forest when I was
two. The Michod's lived next door until third grade when the Glicks
moved in. My brother, Mark, is five years younger and thus of OPRF
'74. My sister, Susan, is seven years younger and was a two time
Illinois state tennis champ, graduating from OPRF in '76 and followed
me to Princeton where she graduated in '80. For reference, Neal Glick,
Dave Martin, Tom Edwalds, Bob Merrick, and I were PU '73. Pete
Armstrong's brother , Dave, was '69 as was John Stossel of ABC. Samuel
Alito, now on the SCOTUS was '72. Bill Frist, former Tenn. Senator,
was class of '74 and Sonia Sotomayor was '76. Michelle Robinson Obama
was '85 and Amazon's Jeff Bezos was '86.
Dad, Arthur S., worked for Replogle Globes until 1973 when he became
President of the OPDC (Oak Park Development Corp.) and was involved in
many things Oak Park such as the purchase of the Frank Lloyd Wright
Home and Studio, even being referred to as "Mr. Oak Park". He died on
a tennis court in Sturgeon Bay, WI in '99 at age 77. Mom, Ruth, was
tough to get along with emotionally but in looking back on it she was
rather amazing to have come from a humble family -- her father worked
for the Pennsylvania Railroad all his life -- and went to college
(Gettysburg) and graduated in chemistry when this was rather uncommon.
In the 80's she got a nursing degree but never really used it. She's
still living but has had an Alzheimer's-like existence since around
the time dad died.
Little Scottie grew up Presbyterian, went to Roosevelt kindergarten
and grade school in River Forest, spent his summers at the RFTC (River
Forest Tennis Club), became an Eagle Scout in Troop 16, and graduated
from RFJH (River Forest Junior High) in '65. While at RFJH, President
Kennedy was assassinated, the Beatles arrived, and the 60's started.
Highlights of OPRFHS (Oak Park River Forest High School) included
turning sixteen right after the big snow storm of '67 and having to
learn to drive in it. Another one was playing drums in the Pleasure
Seekers (later The Unknowns) with Rick Michod, Neal Glick, Bill
Schink, Carol Cross, and Mark Pelz. Other notables were Boys Choir, A
Capella Choir, and Mixed Ensemble with the A Capella Choir trip to
Europe in the summer of '67. Hearing "A Whiter Shade of Pale" still
brings back memories of London in that summer. There were a couple
operettas in there too. The summer of '68 brought a YMCA Youth
Conference trip to South America. Summer vacation in the early years
was to Door County, WI, which Meredith Browne will also recall. Two
summers in early high school the family went to the Y Camp in Estes
Park, CO, which is where I got to know Colorado and eventually
returned to live there. Sports in high school included football and
later changing to soccer. Indoor track and tennis in the spring almost
allowed me to place out of phys. ed. in college but keeping with the
tradition of jack-of-all-trades and master of none, college sports
involved fencing and squash. The ham radio license in high school also
led to college radio where Replogle became Rep and the Saturday Night
Crew doing oldies on Saturday night on WPRB, Princeton.
Besides learning some french I learned to play bridge in junior high
or high school and parlayed that card knowledge into the VHL (Varsity
Hearts League) in college. Placing out of math and english in college
was a bit of a mistake. Starting over in physics at the college level
was great. The history and philosophy of science was what I was really
into although I majored in the psychology department, and going premed
starting sophomore year required catching up in chemistry and
eventually wishing there had been a math course in college when it
came to taking the MCATS. Not taking an english course until senior
year was a mistake too. There were lots of things I would do a bit
differently if I had to do it over but fortunately no major mistakes
or bumps in the road. Graduated with an AB and honors in Psychology. I
learned at least a couple of things. I learned how to learn and I
learned that there are people smarter and more talented than me.
Rooming with Dave Martin and Neal Glick freshman year made the
transition to college rather easy but with all the turmoil of the late
60's, we split up by sophomore year but by junior year Neal and I had
ended up in the same club, Tower, and that turned out to be about the
best of all possible worlds in the PU system. Several life-long
friends are still great to see at Princeton reunions which are unlike
any other reunions I've ever seen including high school ones. We'll
see about junior high...
I thought I knew Joan's from Joan Baehler in grade school and junior
high but I ran into another one in high school that lasted for two
years and foundered on the long distances in college. Joan Fisher
eventually married Rick Carroll and I married another Joan
(Tuchschmidt) in '79 so it all worked out okay. Joan Fisher's mother,
Rita, died unexpectedly and tragically quite awhile ago and I still
think of "Lovely Rita" quite fondly. Wife, Joan's, mother, Boyce, was
a great lady too. Everyone should be as lucky with mother-in-laws.
The summer of '73 brought graduation from college and too short a time
to get a job before medical school back at Rush Med in Chicago. I
watched the Watergate hearings and Leave It To Beaver reruns, drank
beer, and hung out in KC with a college friend who was also going to
med school. I'm told by my med school alumni friends that I looked
like a surfer bum to them when med school started. I didn't feel like
one though and med school didn't feel like the logical extension to
college I expected it to be. Fortunately I had done enough premed work
at the Burn Unit at Cook County Hosp. and at West Suburban Hosp. to
know that I could hack the clinical part but it took a real
intellectual reordering to get used to medical clinical science and I
almost bailed on it until I had to take a surgery rotation and found
that was where I fit in. It's too long to explain why here but the
late decision for surgery was followed by the immediate decision for
plastic surgery and never wavered in spite of the years and call
system required. Try living in the hospital most of the time on call
every other night and see what it does for your social life or any
life. Fortunately I got a chance to start surgery residency early at
CU (Colorado University Medical Center in Denver) and finished med
school in 3 1/2 years. I made up another half year during the usual
seven years of surgery and plastic surgery residency so I finished in
'83 and went to my 10th PU reunion leaving Joan at our new home in
Denver and seven months pregnant with our daughter, Erin. Son, Blair,
had been born at the end of residency which was in San Francisco at
UCSF (University of California San Francisco). Joan and I met during
surgery residency at CU and when I got the chance to jump to the UCSF
program in mid residency, she decided to follow me out there. This was
the summer of '79. We got engaged at the Cliff House in September (we
were just out there and celebrated it at 30 years) and married in
November, another interesting story to tell of getting time off for a
marriage and honeymoon during residency as a trauma senior at San
Francisco General.
Finished plastic surgery in '83 and opted to move back to Denver and
join a solo plastic surgery practice. We rented a house for a year and
then bought our first house near the University and office. I did some
volunteer attending for the University and got my Board certification
but decided I wanted to go my own way and moved up to the Boulder area
and joined a multispecialty clinic. I also went up to Scottsbluff, NE
to do some work in an area that had no plastic surgeon. We still have
friends up there and went back for a wedding a few years ago. The
multispecialty clinic situation lasted about five years. I formed my
own corporation and went solo in '90 along with helping to start a new
hospital in Louisville, CO. I did the "Chairman of the Surgery Dept."
thing as well as president of the Boulder County Medical Society and
the Colorado Society of Plastic and Reconstructive Surgeons. Being
more philosophical then political, I don't have an agenda and drive to
run things. I also helped start a Rotary Club for Louisville and
Lafayette (a little bit like Oak Park and River Forest although both
are about the size of River Forest). My father had been big in Rotary
and I never thought I'd be interested but it is a remarkable way to
get involved with a community as well as internationally and really
help accomplish something. I'm now a charter member and past-president
of my Rotary club.
I've taken up tennis again and am known as the Spin Doctor or Dr. S.
Pin. Currently rated 4.0 and the knees are still holding out. I've
done some running including the 10K Bolder Boulder numerous times.
There are 54 official peaks higher than 14,000 feet in Colorado
(called 14'ers). I've climbed 32 of them including Mt Princeton
several times. Took up motorcycles in '00 but got properly trained and
didn't get into the middle aged crisis-cycle thing -- at least so
far.
Have been involved in Apple computers for many years including my
local User's Group COMUG since '85. The kids grew up on Mac's and both
majored in computer science. Erin at USD (University of San Diego) and
Blair at DU (Denver University). Blair has been a genius at the Apple
Store in Cherry Creek, Denver for years. In spite of trying to keep up
with technology -- I'd say I'm an upper intermediate -- it's nice for
the kids to have something where they can pass you by. I'm sure
Carol's son, Zak, and my son, Blair, would relate.
Political/philosophical journey has ended up small 'l" libertarian. I
have the distinction of voting in nearly every Presidential election
since '72 and never voting for the winner. 'Nuf said. I remember what
I responded when I was asked what I was going to be when I grew up. I
always said, "a scientist". It's occurred to me lately that's about as
close as I can get. I'm interested in everything, know a lot, know
what I (and others) don't know, and there's no end in sight.
My alter ego is Dr. Reptile, a music critic-without-portfolio. I never
left the music behind after college like most do and I keep adding on
knowledge and different forms of music although I've never had to earn
a living at it. I keep up with the industry in various ways and of
course have thousands of lp records, CD, and books. If I'd stayed in
the music industry I suspect I would have been a producer. My passion
is putting music together rather than performing it or collecting it
per se. The internet, iTunes, iPods, and iPhones have helped with
this. The trick these days is having a big hard drive... Which reminds
me, we were talking about putting together a CD of the music of our
high school years for the reunion. That was the middle of the "60's"
and peak years for rock. Might be fun to connect those memories too.
Wife, Joan, is an RN and can do skin care and injectables in my
office. She's quite good at it. I think I'll retire or go part time
and write my opus magnum, The Philosophy of Plastic Surgery. I suppose
I should mention that at one high school reunion we were polled and
asked what we're doing today that we never thought we'd be doing in
high school. I had to say, "dealing with women's breasts every day." I
don't think I could get much luckier. I'm already out of the
government-medicine rat race. Good health, never had to serve in the
military or go through what my parents did. No major mistakes along
the way. I'd like to say I've never been sued but that isn't true.
Never had to end up in court though -- yet. I've not had to deal with
divorce so far. I can't say it's my own skills though. If you'll read
The Black Swan, you'll know it's mostly what we'd call luck but is
actually chance. Nicholas Taleb's, The Black Swan, is the book I
should have written. I could lose a few pounds though...
I thought of one other important thing. No dog growing up. We've had a
cat named Coconut since '90 but it took Joan a long time to convince
me to get a dog and then I had to convince her. We got a "rescue" dog
from a friend out on the plains east of Denver. She found him in the
two foot snowstorm we had a couple years back and decided she already
had too many horses, dogs, and cats so she wanted someone to take him.
She thought he was a Jack Russell terrier mix and named him Jack.
Turns out he's a Patterdale terrier called a Black Fell, but he's now
like a child to us after the kids have grown up and moved out. Black
Jack Replogle. I won't post a picture of him here but if you want to
see what he looks like go to Google Images and type in "Black Fell
terrier". Or, of course, I could show "baby pictures" at the
reunion.
That's quite enough.
I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this
You know there's nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
There is nothing
It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this
You know there's nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this, no
There's nothing
More than this
Nothing
More than this
More than this
Nothing
"More Than This" Roxy Music, Avalon