“Get outside,” they said . . .
Congratulations Dad and Uncle Bob
Robert Shepherd, Jr. and James Wilson, (a.k.a. "Alabama" and "Tennessee"), founders of Hootenanny, are the 2019 Academy of Engineering and Engineering Technology inductees and valued alumni at LeTourneau University.
Dad (standing) graduated in '66 with a B.S. in Welding Engineering then joined the faculty as a Welding Instructor. He served as Trustee at LeTourneau College and was a founder of the Welding Alumni Organization. Recognized as Distinguished Alumnus in 2003 and Materials Joining Alumnus in 2009, he also serves a Chairman of The Board of Four Corners Welding and Gas Supply, based in Gallup, New Mexico, which he started with his wife in 1983. Dad serves in his local community as Chairman of the Planning and Zoning Commission and Director of Economic Development.
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| "Alabama" and "Tennessee" not doing a very good job at keeping a straight face. |
Dad (standing) graduated in '66 with a B.S. in Welding Engineering then joined the faculty as a Welding Instructor. He served as Trustee at LeTourneau College and was a founder of the Welding Alumni Organization. Recognized as Distinguished Alumnus in 2003 and Materials Joining Alumnus in 2009, he also serves a Chairman of The Board of Four Corners Welding and Gas Supply, based in Gallup, New Mexico, which he started with his wife in 1983. Dad serves in his local community as Chairman of the Planning and Zoning Commission and Director of Economic Development.
Dad and Uncle Bob enjoy blacksmithing in their spare time.
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