Ron Barnett
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He awoke one fine morning in Washington, DC
I want to manage a band! exclaimed he.
It wasn’t just any old music he’d choose.
Ron was a purist — for rhythm ‘n’ blues
He managed a local band, as his first test —
That band went nowhere — so Ronbar went West.
The rest of his family was all into science
But Ron at the time was not into compliance
He stuck out his thumb and was off for the Bay
And the rest became history, as you might say.
There he met Ritter, and Josie, and Paul
Susie and Emily, Peter and all.
They lived in one house, and they lived for “the Zone”
And shortly they came to be pretty well known
They recorded an album or two — but not three
Why? They disbanded — to attend TTC.
Ron took control of a little-known band
Under his guidance, it grew in demand
Ron masterminded the Tower of Power
Lifting it higher, hour by hour
The band was established up at the Bay
But Ron had his headquarters down in LA.
Why all that distance? One would think twice —
But National needed his expert advice.
Many years later, long years at the top
Ronbar decided the scene had to stop.
What to do next? Ron’s natural course:
Was the next plane to Switzerland — back to the source.
And then it was easy to know what to do:
A mid-life career change — to MIU.
They wisely put Ronbar in charge of expansion —
They gave him a hut, he made it a mansion.
The size of his office at first was a laugh.
Then he quadrupled it — and also his staff.
Each morning, on Highway 1, leading the pack
Was his light blue Dodge Colt with the bicycle rack.
Visitors Weekends were Ronbar’s showcases
People were drawn here from all kinds of places.
He managed them flawlessly, a true impresario
(Assisted by people like Marshall and Mario)
The people he managed were varied and many:
Susie, John, Rhoda, Larry and Lenny.
Over a thousand he brought for a visit
To see MIU and discover, What is it?
Ronbar held one of the vital positions —
Helping to guide the Registrar and Admissions
Now a certain young lady was Admissions Director
Ron quickly came to admire and respect her
With her fine heart and mind, her great qualifications
She processed all inquiries, all applications.
One day, as it happened, she happened across
An inquiry from someone surprising — her boss
It seemed he desired some more information
She replied — then received a complete application!
But should she accept him? His transcripts were iffy.
But his interview was great — she said yes in a jiffy.
Then Ron came to manage a new kind of band
Their name was “The Ad Board” — you understand
With Les playing lead and Bill playing bass
Mike on the mike with a grin on his face
A chorus of, oh, 1,500 behind them,
And Walter, as always, close by to remind them.
He never says “no,” and he never says “can’t”
So they asked him to take on the Physical Plant
And that’s where a mighty strange thing came to pass
That’s where he came upon . . . natural gas!
Natural gas beckoned — Ron couldn’t refuse
Who’d have guessed where he’d go after rhythm ‘n’ blues?
Was it love at first sight? Well, it came pretty near —
Next thing we knew, he was into high gear,
He created a company, and what a success
And MIU’s grateful, as words can’t express
Talk about management — Ronbar’s a vet
And now . . . introducing . . . RONBAR BARNETT!
January 28, 1983
This is sung to the tune of “Da Doo Ron Ron,” a hit Motown song by the American girl group The Crystals in 1963.
We saw him on the Ad board and we knew right then
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
MIU had the best of men
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Yeah, we knew right then
We had the best of men
37 on a sale of 10
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Ron is at his best when he administrates
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Right from the start he was one of the greats
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Yeah, he administrates
Yeah, he’s one of the greats
Today he celebrates
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
He drives up every morning in his blue Dodge car
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
To oversee Adminissions and the Registrar
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Yeah, his blue Dodge car
Yeah, the Registrar
They call him Ronbar
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Picture him in Berkeley when he first transcends
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
With Robin, Susie, Emily and all his friends
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Yeah, he still transcends
Yeah, with all his friends
Governing those timely trends
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
He brightened up when seeing Bonnie walk his way
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
When he asked her to marry, what did Bonnie say?
“I do Ron Ron Ron, I do Ron Ron!”
Yeah, Bonnie walked his way
What did Bonnie say?
Dawn has become the day
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Ron and Bonnie went and had a little lass
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Everything they do is the highest class
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Yeah, a little lass
Yeah, the highest class
Ron is a natural gas
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Da doo Ron Ron Ron, da doo Ron Ron
Year: When Ron was 37
A legendary Ronbar story
It’s 1979, and Ron has been at MIU for about a year. He’s working in the University Relations Office, temporarily located in a windowless room at the farsouth end of Verrill Hall (then known as 402). His partner in University Relations is Bob Shrem.
Both Ron and Bob have managed to purchase identical down parkas. And Ron is continually taking Bobby’s coat by mistake, much to Bobby’s annoyance.
Ron, practical man that he is, decides one day to solve this problem. He takes a big, broad-tipped permanent marker and, on the inside lining of his coat, just under the collar, writes the words Ron Barnett.
Except that he doesn’t write the words in his coat. He writes them in Bobby’s. Much to Bobby’s annoyance.
Ron, practical man that he is, sees how to solve this problem as well. He takes the same marker and writes the same words in the same place in his own coat.
Furthermore, to distinguish his coat from Bobby’s, he puts an asterisk in front of his name: *Ron Barnett. Now there is no way the coats can be mistaken.
Bobby made sure everyone on campus knew what Ron had done.
The story lived long in our lore. When a former staff member who worked in a nearby office moved back to Fairfield after 15 years in Washington, DC, and when he first saw Ron again, they had not been talking more than a minute, Ron reports, when he asked Ron to recount this story.