1946

As you have probably sensed from previous columns, since moving to Hanover, I have become taken with Division I hockey. Encouraged by the new Thompson Arena and a great coach, George Crowe, almost without exception Dartmouth teams these last two years have provided thoroughly exciting perfor- mances. The statistics look dull for the home team this year and for good reason; the entire division is loaded with super talent. In this department I think Dartmouth has come out on the sh,ort end, but they came close to making up for it with superior team work and conditioning - both the product of excellent coaching. A couple of weeks ago they almost beat a Boston College team that is loaded with talent. Guess who got the winning goal for BC in the last minute of play? Rob Riley. Familiar name? You're right! He belongs to the famous Riley family of our college days. He is the son of Jack and nephew of classmate Bill. It surely appears somebody goofed in not perpetuating the Riley tradition with the new generation.

I had a good note from Ross Bacon who is now living in Ridgeland, S.C. He left the general insurance business a while back, got his master's degree in education at Pepperdine University and is now teaching math in the Ridgeland elementary school. He reports, "the kids must be two years behind their normal grade classes. Most are rural, black, farm kids with some being shipped down from N.Y., Philadelphia and Detroit to live with grandparents." I am certain this has been a big change for Ross, and for my money an inspiring one.

About six months ago I routinely reported that Samuel Florman had just published his second book, The Existential Pleasures ofEngineering. In early January Sam and his book appeared in a feature article in the Sunday New-York Times. It appears that thanks to a social consciousness and an additional degree from Columbia in English he has become the poet laureate of engineers. Sam has specialized in public housing and is proud of many programs which he feels have made a dent on slums. Sam by the way, is on the Board of Overseers at the Thayer School, lives in New York with his wife Judy, and has two sons - David, who is in law school, and Johnathan, a freshman at Brown Both were accepted at Dartmouth but Sam says he guesses he is a better engineer than a salesman.

During my frequent travels around the country I luck out once in a while and cross paths with a classmate. This time it was Don McAllister in Boston's Logan Airport. Don was returning to his home in Hartford after a feu days on the road. He is a v.p. with Morgan Stanley and after comparing notes we were not sure who wins the dubious honor of spending more hours in lousy airports and motels around the world. He looked well, though, and not too depressed, so I guess I win the prize.

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