An Unabashed Tribute to Stan Calderwood (1921-2003) This is how I want to remember Stan. The year was 1973 and Stan had been three years away from Polaroid and his boss, Edwin H. Land. We were at my favorite Boston restaurant, Café Budapest. (Yes, I know the photo is out of focus but so probably was I.) Upon leaving Polaroid Stan immediately took over as president of WGBH-TV in Boston. Within months he had consumated a fortuitous deal with the BBC to import Masterpiece Theatre; and then convinced Mobil Oil to fund the series. During the same brief period he arranged for Julia Child to introduce her series, The French Chef, to American television audiences. With this kind of phenomenal success, we were all sure that it wouldn’t be long before Stan Calderwood would be running the entire Public Broadcasting network. Little did any of us know that before the summer’s end in 1970 that he would be embroiled in a no-win situation with activists in Boston’s black community. It was about the use of socially unacceptable profanity on prime time television. The irony here is that PBS lost a good man who had done what he could to help recruit minorites, especially blacks, at Polaroid. Along with being insulted and jostled at confrontations, he began receiving death threats for cancelling the show. Responding to public pressure, WGBH reinstated Say Brother and called the prior cancellation a “mistake.” Stan quit in disgust. In 1972 he joined a money management business controlled by Yale University and found his comfort level among kindred spirits in corporate management and the shepherding of institutional pension funds. In 1981 he had accumulated enough personal wealth to buy control of Trinity Investment Management of Boston. By this time we rarely saw each other anymore, let alone socialize with our wives as we once did, so I have no first-hand knowledge of him or Norma Jean in the last two decades of his life. I choose to remember Stan the cowboy from Chugwater, Wyoming, via Scottsbluff, Nebraska, and Boulder, Colorado. I’m sure he would prefer to be remembered as a Harvard Fellow and Brahmin benefactor who, with Norma Jean, has endowed more University chairs and museums than any of his philanthropic contemporaries. Finally, it's my prejudiced opinion that if Edwin Land had not insisted that his successor be a fellow engineer and had encouraged and groomed Stan to run the company upon his retirement, Polaroid would never gone belly up into Chapter 11 as it did. Stan departed this life on 10 May 2003 at Massachusetts General Hospital, where, typically, he was a significant benefactor. Rest in Peace, Big Spender from Chugwater.