Franks crayfish boil — with L to R Bob Wall, Frank Leteff & Pat Dooley

Though we knew each other for over 55 years, our most memorable times where during our LSU days as friends, roommates, entrepreunal business partners, and work-out buddies in the 1970s.  Pat was bright and resourceful, with a high energy level and a gift for gab.  His story telling was extremely entertaining.  As a REMEMBERANCE to him I have a few items to share related to trying in our 20s to figure out the world and hoping to succeed in life.  There were 5 of us in our group:  Frank Leteff, Tony Tompson, John Leeper, myself and Pat. We started by having impromptu meetings and discussions over coffee or beers on the subject of, "How are we going to get rich today?"  These were fun and enlightening brainstorm sessions which we all loved and appreciated.  Pat was an organizer and major contributor to our early life successes to get money in our pockets and have time to get through college with time to spare for bars and women, lol.  Yes, we had mixed priorities in those days.  But the meeting and discussions set the groundwork for knowledge and skillsets put to good use later in life to build our respective careers.  We loved to reminisce about those days, laughing about our successes and failures.  Rest in peace, Pat.  I will miss you.  Bob Wall

The first time I saw my uncle, I thought he was my dad. I was 5 years old and we were moving from Phoenix, AZ to Baton Rouge, LA. I made the trip by airplane with my mom, sister, brother, and grandmother. My dad followed and drove the moving truck with the dog. I was looking forward to seeing my dad again. We went to visit my uncle and aunt, whom I had never met (or didn't ever remember meeting before). When I walked in the house, I saw my dad! I was overjoyed to reunite with him, but WAIT. This man looked almost exactly LIKE my dad but it was not my dad.  Instead of red hair, Pat had brown hair. They were very similar in look and in build, otherwise. I remember inspecting his face for a long period of time, puzzled by the similarity and curious that I had been tricked. Larkin was a toddler and Colin was a baby. Aunt Inga read me stories on the couch. We had many great times and memories together growing up alongside Uncle Pat and his family.