1964's 10th

Reunion Ruminations: Friday morning-noon saw the invasion of a band of '64s back onto the Hanover plain. Registration and room finding took place and our name badges were issued. Thank God for the name badges to let us know people we knew. First activity: golf. B.J.Batchelder came in from Peoria with his clubs and tennis racquet and played numerous games of both. I knew his beautiful wife Carol was his most faithful spectator throughout the weekend when at one point she exclaimed, "I love being an athletic supporter."

Bill Lewis was also out, on, and around the course. What kind of a golfer he is, I don't know, but he was seen driving his golf cart up to Lyme center. Keith Hartley was Bill's co-pilot on the cart. Keith looks the same. Where most people thought his hairline was receding, actually he told me his face had dropped four inches.

Fran Hanlon was also on the golf course. Fran is still the tall, quiet, charismatic figure that led us as the Big Green basketball captain to a 2-22 season. Old cement hands plays better golf than basketball. Needless to say the golf course brought back memories of spring grassing and the resulting lifting of car bumpers.

Next the cocktail party at the A.D. House. Bill "Tiger" Curran showed up looking like blue twisting steel (i.e. great shape). If this is any indication, Jim Feely and Jan Dephouse (who we missed at Reunion) probably look like gangling colts. Saw Scott Creelman. Somehow he didn't look the same without a letter sweater on. Lee Chilcote was there and looked better than the suit he was wearing. He gave us word that Charlie Brown is still alive. Charlie we'd like to hear from you.

Tom Good was there and he also got better looking. I always remember him as a young kid with braces. Ben Koehler put on some weight and with a cigarette in his hand reminds you of a sargeant major in a battalion of armored cars. Talking about smoking, my wife thought Ken Lapine looked cute; I thought his cigars stunk. I wonder about Chris Palmer, the accountant. I asked him for change for a five and I somehow ended up with $4.50 (and the discrepency was an even 10%). Well the cocktail party ended and, by the way, Bob Burton knows a few good ones.

Friday night supper at Thayer Hall. Remember mystery meat, Miss Gill, and the conveyor belt desserts? Before I say anything else, the food was delicious. No kidding. Sandy Shapiro ate like a horse. I can't see what his wife, Joy, see's in him. He reminds me of a Big Green kanishe. Sandy McGinnes drank a lot of milk to lubricate the voice box which has become known as "The Alumni Voice."

Well, meal over, everyone stuffed, back to the A.D. House for a rock and roll discoteque with "Woo Woo Ginsburg". Brad Evans won the blue suede shoes award by doing the twist, hully- gully, pony, hitch-hike, and slop all to the tune of Mashed Potatoes. Bob Cahners won the Led Zeppelin award for winning the balloon blowing up contest. See what all you people who didn't attend missed. Oh well, beer flowing by now, everyone dancing up a storm. While Chris Palmer smoked his pipe, Suzanne Palmer smoked up the dance floor by doing a Polka in a Russian cossack position. Evening ended. No one flashed, passed or threw a moon. Mike Dancik where are you? Herb McCord was heard at 4 a.m. shower drinking on the top floor of Topliff with Bob Field. What's with Sigma Nu shower drinking? All to bed.

Saturday morning, more golf and tennis. My head felt like a giant maxfli. Pete Carney was seen out on the course. 200-yd. drive, 200-yd. second shot, 200-yd. putt. Oh well. Weather same as Friday, cloudy but warm and dry. Time for lunch at Occom Pond. The whole picnic was at a 30° angle. Stan Roman loved it. Some one would put a hot dog on one end of the table and it would roll down the other end into Stan's plate. President Kemeny showed up and talked to Bob Bartles (our class president). Conversation went like this: Pres. Kemeny: "Square root of 144". Bob Replied "12". Pres. Kemeny, ".0673". Bob chuckled and said, ".132 x 6". Everyone around started to eavesdrop. Finally President Kemeny said diplomatically, ".6735 x 4 = LV22." We all nodded at this point and he laughed and departed. Picnic ended after one of Bob Engelman's kids ate the D.C.R. microphone from out of Pete Koenig's hand. Pistol Pete hadn't screamed his seeds off in 10 years so he tried to make up for lost time. (I liked your wife Pete).

New Crocktail Party at Hopkins Center. Everyone got all dressed up. Bill Ringham looked very distinguished in his mustache, that was you Bill, wasn't it? Jim Grace was also sporting facial foliage. He looked like the captain of a side wheeler out of lazoo City, Mississippi. (Tom Rand where are you?) WhitFoster looked as natty as ever. You campus leader, you. (Remember campus leader boots?) I like Rich Isaacson's super star shirt. What delusions of grandeur! Jim Goulard looked trim and solid also. What's the matter Jim, don't like beer anymore? I forgot to mention Saturday afternoon tennis after the picnic. I asked FredRothenberg how long he had been playing tennis. "Years" he replied as it took him 15 minutes to figure out how to open the latch on the tennis court door. Chatted with BruceCampbell and Bill McGregor at courtside. Bruce works for Kodak and just finished a 3 year project on writing directions on how to operate a brownie. Bill develops programs to motivate civil servants. All us taxpayers wish you luck, you dreamer, you.

By the way, Pete Steck had the best looking bowtie at the cocktail party. It complimented his T-Shirt with good taste. From the cocktail party to the class dinner at Alumni Hall to listen to Dean Carol Brewster (first Yalie that I met that I liked.) Everyone showed and "Alumni Voice" (see above) did a good job. Ed Williams bought a Herb West picture to initiate a program to donate books to the library in Herb West's name. Stinky Lincoln commented that this banquet was nice, but he felt that the 64½'s could put on a better bash. Lynn McCanse was a satorial symphony while Herb McCord was the clothes designer's interpretation of the A.D. House bathroom - ICH!

All back to the A.D. House for gambling; fake money but real prizes. Bill Lewis figured out a way to jiggle the floor to stop the pin wheel on his number and broke the bank. He looked strange: a grown-up adult with fists clenching fake money yelling, "Yippee!" I hope his boss doesn't hear about this. Ned Miller came in from the West Coast to celebrate the Reunion. He was going to tell me what he did for a living, but Brad Evans asked if the undergrads were getting more sex than we did when we were there (are you kidding?). This was a more interesting topic so, Ned, sorry. One interesting note about the evening. Slides of our freshman pictures were being shown on a wall by the bar. It seems like we all had string ties, flat tops, and zits. Now we have wide ties, razor cuts, and less zits. Talking about flat-tops. Ron Schram has long hair - can you imagine a tennis ball with a one inch fizz? I found out why he never made it big as a quarterback. He used to wink at the center linebacker just before the snaps. John Young has long hair too. John is the head supervisor of subterannean sanitation systems. In other words, he's into sewers (actually environmental controls and water reclamation). I'll bet I could convince Dave Hewitt to donate some of the hairs from his mustache for Hartley's head (I think I'll follow up on that). You all remember Dave Hewitt one of the few people who was louder than myself.

Another thing I forgot. Saturday morning I ran into Terry Terhune at the liquor store in Norwich, Vt. Terry is not stupid, but I swear he thinks you have to go to a liquor store to buy a lime. I missed the Panda (Nick Listorti). Every so often I wanted to hug someone besides my wife and the Panda always seemed so huggable. Bowie Duncan was gambling heavy that night. He reminded me of a figure out of Mark Twain. Steve Dichter hasn't changed a bit. I still remember him roaming centerfield like a gazelle. I went over to the keg to get a beer. The keg turned out to be Sabin Danzinger. He apologized for not being the keg and went over and got me a beer. Thanks, Saby. I quaffed the beer with John Christianson and JimCornelhson. Jim explained how the unions were entering the book business. I told him it was only a matter of time since the unions go where the money is, and everyone knows bookies are the only ones making money. Can anyone understand what Gardner Brown says after he's been drinking? John Maine walked around the "casino" like the Winchester man (cigarette ad) and my wife went bananas.

Next morning breakfast at the Alumni Dining room. Those grunts were life savers. My wife got something in her eye and Bob Reidy (an eye doctor) removed it. Thank goodness we were classmates, he only charged me $100. Bob, my Blue-Cross number is 483-61. While you were looking into my wife's eyes I was looking into your wife's. Unfortunately she was looking out the window - oh well. Well that was Reunion. Now I know why they occur every five years. It takes your liver that long to recuperate.

The 10-Year classes arrived with all the necessities for a successful Reunion.

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