In Memory

Pat McEntee

James Patrick McEntee

August 28, 1951                       
December 2, 1971
Pat McEntee lived life on the bleeding edge.  Dangerous, fearless, gifted and intelligent, Pat did not waste time on anything he did not like. Parents feared him.  Teachers could not control him.  Artists and scholars knew him, as did the police.  
Pat was the guy in shop class who was finishing up on his inlaid coffee table while you were still butchering three pieces of wood for a bookstand.  He was the kid at scout camp who could make a lean-to shelter just from the description of the counselor.  He was also the kid who got in trouble for cutting down the tree to do it.  
Pat was a real-life Dean Moriarty from Kerouac’s On the Road.  In a fistfight, with one punch he hit a man so hard it picked him up off the ground and he went down face first.  He drove like if there were a tomorrow, he did not want to see it.  He could communicate without talking.  He could converse in the abstract and have it make sense.
Life caught up with Pat and he had to make a choice between jail or “getting help.”  He chose the latter.  For a year he lived in a wilderness environment where the therapy was deprivation and humiliation.  It worked.  They robbed Pat of who he was and he gave up.
 For those who knew him, Pat looms large in the memories of East.
--Dan Brown

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05/13/09 05:21 PM #1    

Jon Holbrook

I, too, feel terrible about Pat's passing. I knew him since we both attended Ensign Elementary School and Bryant Jr. High before coming to East High. I knew at a young age that Pat did not quite fit in with everybody else. His mother and school teachers both tried to help him.
Pat really seemed to enjoy East High. He was very friendly but behaved in a "James Dean" fashion. I had a chance to talk with John Brown in the late 1970's about our ten-year reunion. He told me at that time that Pat had died after talking with his mother. She cried on the phone as she talked with John Brown, but did not give any details. I assumed that Pat had been killed in Vietnam. I too, mourn his passing. I wish Pat would be with us for our 40-year reunion under much happier circumstances.

05/17/09 01:45 PM #2    

Sid Kimball

I, too, knew Pat since elementary school at Ensign. I was always a bit afraid of him, until I got to know him. Deep down, he was a sweet guy, incredibly talented and artistic. I hope he's finally happy being on the road.

Sid Kimball

07/03/09 06:41 PM #3    

Elizabeth Baker

I have nothing but fond memories of Pat. He had a heart of gold, and was a real gentleman. I miss him to this day.

It was a lot of fun driving around in that crazy delivery truck, listening to Crosby, Still and Nash and acting silly. What fun !! I especially remember the good times we had hanging out in the tree house that was on O.C. Tanner's property.

I concur with Dan Brown regarding the circumstances surrounding his untimely death ... Just wasn't right...

Betsy Baker

07/27/10 10:05 PM #4    

Kathleen (Kathy) Udy (Woody)

 When I think of Pat, I smile.  He always made me laugh.  So sad to see so many of my old classmates gone already.  "Hey, Pat, look, there's snow on the mountains!"  -Kathy Udy

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