Mar/Apr 2015
Kevin McKeown (kevin@mckeown.net) e-writes: “In my fifth term on the city council, I’m currently mayor of Santa Monica, where I’ve now lived most of my life. WYBC propelled me here, via a radio career that saw me general manager of L.A.’s KROQ just before I stopped trusting myself at age 30. Yes, I once subscribed to The Who’s ‘hope I die before I get old,’ but I’d have missed my Harvard/Wellesley wife, Genise Schnitman, and the joy of serving our oft-visited small beach city, famous for progressive politics, environmental sustainability, and Three’s Company.”
Bill Corporon (corporongw@aol.com) e-writes: “In early November, my wife Kathy and I returned to Yale for the first time since I graduated. Philosophy professor Keith DeRose was kind enough to let us sit in on his Faith and Reason class. We enjoyed it, but as was so often the case when I was a student, I wish I’d done the reading. The newly renovated Sterling Library is breathtaking. We paid a visit to Pierson, but needed the help of a student in getting through the locked gates. My wife told him I had graduated 45 years ago. ‘Totally awesome,’ he said. ‘Welcome back.’ We dined at Mory’s and enjoyed the singing of the 2014 Whiffenpoofs. I noticed one thing that has not changed: the students look very, very serious.”
Sean F. Kelly e-writes: “In 2008 I was blessed to marry Priscilla Conwell Deck. Between us we have four daughters, three sons, and seven grandchildren. We live on the North Shore of Boston.”
Albee Budnitz writes, in his physician’s scrawl, “All kids, five, and grandkids, six, doing great. Still working, now gonna (?) start slower medical practice, as well as public health, local, state, plus… ”
From the New Haven Register, November 15, 2014: “Tight end Bruce Weinstein, running back Calvin Hill, offensive tackle Kyle Gee, and quarterback Brian Dowling were among 67 former Yale football players honored at halftime of the Bulldogs’ 44–30 win over Princeton on Saturday as part of the Yale Bowl’s centennial celebration.” Congratulations to each of them, and to all the other Yale athletes from our class. Your scribe will not forget their exploits. Memory’s haze cannot obscure the brightness of those days. And then a week later, The Game (sigh). The pain of yet another loss was assuaged to a degree by the camaraderie, food, drink, and song, at the biennial gathering at the home of Lang and Cathy Wheeler.
“We are social creatures to the inmost centre of our being. The notion that one can begin anything at all from scratch, free from the past, or unindebted to others, could not conceivably be more wrong.”—Karl Popper (1902–1994).