Well, fellow classmates, I feel like a columnist on deadline without an idea. There is little news to report this month. I suppose hurricanes, droughts, earthquakes, and vacations may be responsible, but you have been uncharacteristically noncommunicative. Therefore, like that columnist — or an unprepared Eli — I must rely on my wits and peripheral sources. I shall segue into one with the news…
Without question, one of the highlights of our 30th Reunion was the “Mid-Course Correction” program, an idea conceived and successfully implemented by classmateMacon Cowles. Since we have space and not so much news this month, I asked him to write a brief report on the session, for those who did not have the opportunity to participate. Therefore, allow me to present Macon. On Saturday…
Thirtieth Reunion Maybe if the campus were always as beautiful and the weather as glorious as they were during the three days of reunion, all of us would have found a way to stay around New Haven. Alas, as we know, that must have been a mid-life mirage, and while Woody Collins and Walt Cummings deserve credit for a nearly perfect three days of activities and conditions, it clearly was the turnout of…
Greetings again, classmates. It is only a few days away from reunion, but this is being written in March, while many of us are emerging from the winter blues. I am still digging out of the email deluge resulting from President Chopivsky’s emailing and the responses. For once, those of you not computer savvy should consider yourselves lucky. The “You’ve Got Mail” announcement never was more obnoxious. It should…
A letter from Thomas Guterbock raises an important issue. Guterbock, writing from his Charlottesville, Virginia, home, reported that he became a father again on September 16, 1998, when his wife Bernice gave birth to daughter Alexandra. He continued: “And just three weeks later I became a grandfather when my eldest daughter, Sara, brought Maia Guterbock into the world.” Now, aside from the…
It has always been clear to me that one day my inability to out-drink Will Bogaty would cost me. Alas, at our Harvard weekend in New York last fall, that shortcoming came home to roost, as it were, and here I am, your new corresponding secretary. That annual mini-reunion, enhanced by the Bulldogs’ avenging the tragic “loss” of three decades earlier, included classmates Ralph Sando, Larry Franks, Steve Dixon…
