Oct 2002
Hey, guys! Thanks for all the notes. Must be an exciting summer for many of you. First item of business heading to the fall season is a notification of big doin’s in Cambridge come November. John Gazzoli sent on the following announcement:
“Classmates are planning another get-together around the Yale-Harvard game in Cambridge this November. There certainly will be a brunch at Lang Wheeler’s house in Cambridge before The Game, so RSVP to Lang at (lbw@numeric.com). If there is sufficient interest to plan other events either the night before or the night after, advise Lang of your interest. In past years we have gone to dinner in the Square and on to the Harvard-Yale Glee Club concert on Friday night. We could also plan something following the game, if a local classmate wants to step forward and host us. Let Lang know if there is sufficient critical mass to plan something for Friday night.
On to more personal items. Jonathan Mills wrote to thank me for some golfing advice from a few rounds back. ”John, you were right about my not shifting my weight. Now I got it. [Butch Harmon must be nervous.] Charlie (23) and Joanna (26) are well. One supports. T’uther don’t. I do, but may choose to exercise my options for downward mobility soon. Got a stink pot to live on. See Huntington, Zamcheck, and Warren yearly. Zamcheck’s likely to distribute an underground CD of his and Suzie’s work. Sign up for your copy now! Otherwise, I learned more than I care to about the Norwalk School System while he was principal of a local, alternative high school. He did an amazing job and was politically sandbagged. John, a guy from the South once said, ‘If you want to walk with the tall dogs, you have to learn to piss in the high grass.’ Well, my good friend Norman Zamcheck has had to do some urinating lately. But he did it well and now he’s on to more teaching, probably in NYC. By the way, where’s Gorelik? Where’s Wood? Editor John, not Red. Now that I’m trying that weight shift, Yarmuth, I might break 90. God knows I got it down to a consistent 104 without it.“ (Tiger’s shaking too.)
Michael Schonbrun reported the following from Denver: ”I got married last February to Susan Juroe, a Washington, DC, lawyer who specializes in affordable housing matters. We now shuttle regularly between homes in Denver and her farm in Middleburg, Virginia, where she raises paint horses. My son Ethan graduated last spring from Northwestern University and is now pursuing graduate studies in electrical engineering and physics at the University of Colorado. My retirement/senior housing company, Balfour Senior Care, is growing, and on most days I really enjoy the life of a real estate developer/health-care entrepreneur. Classmates coming through Denver or Middleburg or who even know what a paint horse is should call whenever they are in the area.“
And then there is this rather disturbing note: ”Tom Guterback and Bernice Marcopulos (and 3-year-old Alexandra) were blessed in April ’01 with the arrival of Halina Gigela Guterback. This means that Tom has watched the birth of one daughter each in the ’70s, the ’80s, the ’90s, and the ‘oughts’. Tom’s still running the Center for Survey Research at UVA in Charlottesville.“
William Krochalis writes to inform that he is ”still living in comfortable obscurity in Atlanta. Saw Paul Field at the Tercentennial Dinner. Am CEO of ZC Sterling, a Zurich company.“ Query, Bill. Who’s your auditor?
I received a few other notes that I am holding for next time, just in case the class gets too busy in the next few weeks. On a very personal note, when you read this, my son Aaron will have matriculated at Indiana University, where he hopes to advance the cause of Hoosier golf. Since he’s now flown the coop, and I have thus lost my regular game, call me. Adios amigos, until next month.