1973
Hearty greetings, me mateys!
Since this column is written at least two months before publication date, it's sometimes difficult to picture the first snowfall. Nonetheless, me buckling bucaneers, the great White Sea Captain will undoubtedly see to it that skiers and homebodies alike are content; for the real truth can be seen in the 1976 Farmer's Almanac which professes a warm and mild fall and spring, but a cold and snowy winter. As a tribute to such predictions, the Cap'n contemplates full sails for the fall, ice tongs for the winter, and heavy bailing on-board "Little Current" for the spring (thank goodness he'll be many a fathom away from the Hanover Plains and all the muddy after-effects!).
More to the point, though, me sea hounds. News from fellow compatriots is short, and not too long-winded; thus, you will note the brevity of this month's notices. Royce Erickson leads the group with the most eventful description of post-Dartmouth life. After serving in the Air Force for a year, seems Royce and company joined a small force which "overturned a small protectorate on the Venezuelan border." (I leave the conjecturing up to you.) He is currently a party chairman in Boston "on business." What ever he's up to, it sounds mischievous . . . but intriguing. In addition, Paul Frangos writes and tells us that organizational behavior at UVa Business School isn't getting him down, but that the unknown whereabouts of old buddy Wayne Henshaw is. Thus, the Cap'n feels compelled to come to Paul's rescue and order a May-Day for Wayne to respond as soon as possible either via the column or the U.S. Mail.
BAIT AND TACKLE: Don Riley's really rallying at Mayo Med School in Minnesota ... while neighbor Greg Hanson studies agronoeconomics at the University in St. Paul John Goheen is a legal assistant for Ulmer, Berne, Laronge, Glickman, and Curtis (soon-to-be Goheen?) in Cleveland Heights, Ohio.
TACKLE AND BAIT: Is it really true that Cal Bowie's great, great, great-grandfather incorporated the township of Bowie, Maryland? . . . Does Tom Dietrich stand-in for Mark Spitz every now and then on Gillette commercials? . . . Does Freddy Skillern still take to the high dive? . . . and is Steve Slatter going to take retraining courses for his WSI re-certification? The answers to these and many more "incidentals" will be exposed in the ensuing months. Please read the column. Participate in it as well. And you'll be as informed as any other class. A note to ponder: did you know that of some 850 official graduates of the Class of 1973, only 100 of them have been mentioned in these notes, some twelve per cent?
As a final toast to the year, the Cap'n takes immense pride in presenting the following shall we say — testimonial to the good old days by Jeff "Doc" Adam, who is soon to sail off into the horizon with wife Wynn on-board: "After my lack of correspondence, I hope that you and I are still on speaking terms. My only excuse is that I am extremely busy ... my first clinical retention this year being Internal Medicine, one of the more demanding. I'm on call every fourth night and when I'm not on call, I don't get out of the hospital until seven or eight. But I really like it, Steve: I'm in charge of my own patients (patience?) and feel as if I have some responsibility. Indeed, after all these-years of book learning, I finally feel as if I'm actually touching somebody's life and making some small difference. And, in the end ol' buddy, I guess that's all that really matters.
"Wynn and I were up at Dartmouth a few weeks ago for the Dartmouth-Penn game. Despite the lack of cooperation from the weather, we still managed to have a good time. I was really looking forward to treating my city-weary senses to some of that fall foliage — but the constant drizzle dampened these plans. The weekend was further dampened by the conspicuous absence of the ol' Captain — I was really looking forward to tail-gating with you. Aw well, there will be other times.
"... Too well I remember that winter term of our senior year at Dartmouth when all we did was sit by the fire and drink (I've managed to forget about those god-awful blackberry flips!). I remember those times as relatively carefree times; times that can never be repeated again."
Aw, 'tis true! Nevertheless, there you have it, me mateys. Another year gone bye. May tidings (how appropriate!) of great joy come your way for 1976. Please keep in touch as often as possible. Put aside Class Officer's Weekend (the second weekend in May) as a tentative mini-Class reunion date. Details to follow in remaining columns. Best of the New Year, lads and lasses ...
Poolside at the American Embassy in Tehran, a mostly-'74 group: (1) Richard Winkler,Chuck Corson '73, Tom Watkin, and Jasimine Kardous, Corson's financée.
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