“So although I know he would bark for joy as the grim boatman ferried him across the dark waters of the Styx, yet his going left me lonely on the hither shore” — Coolidge, Autobiography, p. 223.

What Coolidge wrote of his beloved dog, Rob Roy, as he envisioned his friend making passage to the underworld aboard Charon’s ferry — taking the steady currents of life after life to his final rest on the opposite shore — justly applies to Cal’s own passage into eternity on this day ninety years ago. We miss you, Mr. Coolidge, just as we do all those who have made the journey across the river. We look forward to seeing you on the other side.