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…
Okay, so it’s time for another little adventure in Yale-Land. Let’s get down to some stuff to warm your heart and make you feel good about being a 50-plus geezer on the cosine side of the actuarial tables. Remember, remember, that our 30th Class Reunion (right, 30th) comes Memorial Day weekend of 1999. If you haven’t done so already, mark Thursday, May 27 through Sunday, May 30 as the time/space for this activity. Your reunion…
Well, here we are in another dizzying round of class notes. By the time you see this, it will be getting reasonably close to the Harvard game, and with luck Lang Wheeler will have issued instructions to one and all on how to enjoy his fiesta for class members at his Cambridge abode. Before we get to the mail, a little something for all you “90s-kind-of guys”: several classmates have let me know about a cute e-mail…
Another issue of class notes, in our continuing effort to serve you better. Your class council continues with its work, in particular the efforts to promote the social side of things through the aegis of our events czar, John Gazzoli. You should have received a letter from him outlining upcoming social events, including a trip in the California wine country (October 23-25), a fiesta at the Yale-Harvard game courtesy of Lang Wheeler…
So you’re probably wondering what happened to your class notes (if not your class secretary). It’s a long, and actually fairly prosaic story, involving family pressures (dealing with young kids, dying old folks), work pressures (corporate life isn’t the same since they did away with the executive dining room), and travel (work and pleasure). But you probably don’t care much, and here we are back. I have had offers of…
Charlie Sheldon, being a glutton for punishment, has volunteered to assist in recording class notes, effective immediately. You can reach him at 18813 Harris Avenue NE, Suquamish, WA 98392; or email him at sheldon.c@portseattle.org.
The electronic edition of our “Secretary’s Columns” for the Class of 1969, as published in the Yale Alumni Magazine, are not available for all of 1996 and 1997.
It is my sad duty to report the death of John Mackey. The following note was received from several of his classmates: “John Mackey died on the night of Tuesday, August 15, 1995. All of John’s friends mourn him deeply. We all remember him as he was in the 1960s — young and vital. There was always a vivid excitement about him as well as an uncanny ability to bring out the best in all of us. ”Our…
Well, the holidays are over, twelfth night has passed, and we are now in that magical, tantalizing lull before the Super Bowl, and it is time to cast around to you for news of your class, destined to reach you at some point around St. Patrick’s Day. A reminder to all of you who run your lives by the rhythms of the calendar: it’s only 30 days or so until your 1994 tax return is due, a length of time which can be measured by…
Apologies for missing the last couple of issues. I have been traveling hard (as opposed to hardly traveling) to unspeakable destinations, and have arrived home to find lots of bills and missed deadlines. Many of you have written in, and are probably annoyed at not having your prose in print. Tough. Waiting patiently builds character. I’ll try to dribble out some of the news, with the usual admonition that it would be awfully nice to…
