Dennis Heaton
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We woke up today — and behold!
He’s half of a century old!
What does it mean?
What grist can we glean?
What sort of tale can be told?
Is adulthood now ready to claim him?
Can Canned Heat and the Band still enflame him?*
Where is the thrill?
Is it over the hill?
If it were, would society blame him?
Thirty years back we are carried
To when Dennis and Linda first married
Their marriage would bud
In Woodstockian mud
And their path would be suitably varied
In business a path started blazing
After Woodstock, perhaps it’s amazing
But great rock & roll
Hadn’t totaled his soul —
He’s rock solid (please pardon the phrasing)
TM, TTC, MIU —
The initials these two have been through!
Boys one, two, and three
Grew the family tree
And a life slowly came into view
He’s kind and goodhearted, our Dennis
(Only tamas would call him a menace)
He does a good bit
To keep himself fit:
He runs and he swims (why not tennis?)
He has so many courses to cover!
It would almost be easier to hover
But covered they get —
He hasn’t missed yet —
He manages somehow or other
His management style is ideal —
Steady is his hand at the wheel
We look, and we find:
He’s established his mind
Where the fabrics of consciousness congeal
His management style is a model
Skilled is his hand on the throttle
He’s forceful of will,
At center he’s still —
He’s unboundedness straight from the bottle
He’s a man who will never be beaten,
Whose good fortune will continue to sweeten,
Whose future is fair —
Our Management Chair
Our delightful and dear Dennis Heaton
What we’re saying — we’ll say it again — is
We know who this man among men is:
A Management Master
Who grows ever faster
He’s distinguished, he dazzling — he’s Dennis
We awaken today — and behold!
Dennis is 50 years old!
The grist? Simply this
Life is pure bliss
And Dennis is turning to gold
1997
*Dennis and Linda went to Woodstock together in 1969. When I asked him what band he liked best, he said, “Oh, I don’t know – Canned Heat.” When I pressed him further, he said, “The Band.”