1978

Real World; Act II, Scene 6:

Watching Walter Malmquist soaring through the clouds recently at Lake Placid rejuvenated my pride in the College. Just another in a line of famous Phi Delt Olympians (who could forget MacPhail or McQueen), Walter not only finished well in the Nordic combined event, but also spoke articulately when interviewed on ABC. In fact, Walter did not once try to headbutt Art Devlin or ask Chris Schenkel to chug! Additionally, kudos to Doug Bradley who, as few of you know, skated in disguise for the Rumanian hockey team. Only those who talked to Doug after 2:00 a.m. actually realized that he was quite fluent in several languages. The rest of us were forced to watch the games on TV, as the Real World trudged on without fanfare. Just once I would like to get off the bus in the morning and have throngs cheering, waving flags, and chanting, "P&G." Not to be. Alas, I must be content with dreams and live with reality.

Winter is over, and I recall past spring breaks in Florida with delight being together with Tom Garden, John Hugo, Jerry Kortekamp, and Peter Roby '79, along with 80,000 of our closest friends just one big, happy family.

Speaking of the Dartmouth family, I recently had the opportunity to serve as a sponsor for our class hosteling project. However, in my case it should probably be called "hostile," since I put up Bill Dexter for the night. It was really good to see Bill again, as not only did we talk about old times, but also he collected $2.00 from my roommate as he entered the house. Since my roommate was also in Kappa Sig, he understood. Bill passed along greetings from Dave Banta and Doug Brown (his roommates) and Jeff Nadherney in Boston, Nick Caridas in Houston, and Bongo in Chicago. I forgot what Dave is doing; sorry, Dave. Bill forgot what Doug is doing, but remarked, "If Aetna is an insurance company, I think he is doing that." Thus, I think that Doug is selling insurance. Nads is building nuclear power plants adjacent to elementary schools. Nick is industriously studying law at Houston Law School. Bongo is helping us sell Crest at Leo Burnett. By the way, Bill was in town to interview at University of Cincinnati Med School. Always pragmatic, Bill, a one-time ding from the med school circuit, figures that he has at least one more chance after this to become a doctor; if he fails, he will just "blow his brains out." Good luck, Bill.

In Tennessee, two '78s are employing something of a dual hosteling system. Dave Graham and Bob Nathan have set up in Nashville, which, although being dubbed the Music City, is still in Tennessee. Bob has been getting acclimated to the Southern lifestyle by visiting the local sororities while attending Vanderbilt Law School. Bob offered the classic axiom concerning his current environment: "Why is law school like banging your head against the wall? Because it feels so good when it's over." Meanwhile, Dave is still in the bond market in Tennessee, when he is not running marathons or cleaning Bob's litter box. By the way, Dave offered the following axiom about his current environment: "Why is living with Bob like banging your head against the wall ..."

Bernie Drury has also been using the hosteling program, but not with a classmate, so it doesn't count. Bernie continues to prosper as a grain clerk for Louis Dreyfus in Minneapolis. Bernie, who speaks Russian fluently, was hoping to get involved in some international trading until Afghanistan. Better learn a new language, Bern. Anyway, a new language may be extremely helpful as Bernie plans his big promotion to Springfield, Ill. You've come a long way from Staten Island. By the way, Bernie informs me that Tom Alexander and LoriBoyea are returning to the States after a ninemonth hitch in the Philippines.

In some late-breaking summer wedding news, Marty Cole has sent me scanty details of his big day. Marty got married last summer in Concord, N.H. The wedding party included such notables as Dave Casper, Bob McCarthy, and Wally Morgus. Having experienced the urban sprawl of Hanover, Chugger decided to attend Texas University School of Public Administration. I don't know exactly what the curriculum is at Longhorn U., but I certainly hope those folks learn something about snow removal. Hell, if Marty can master that, he could even get elected mayor of Chicago.

"Better late than never!" That was Heather Mayfield's comment as she recently pulled in a National Student Education prize for work she had completed on Dartmouth leave term opportunities way back in 1978. As I recall, this pamphlet outlined opportunities ranging from work with Native Americans out west to work with big corporations in the Big City to work with Emmits at Pat and Tony's. Obviously, I should have read her work, as I am still here in Cincinnati; it might have done Heather some good as well, as she is now with Chemical Bank in N.Y.C.

Welcome back, Moran! Instead of Gabe Kaplan in the Bronx, this series will feature Grant Moran and his wife, Susan Lightfoot, who have returned to aid the educationally-deprived at his alma mater, Phillips Exeter. Although I'm sure that there won't be any Travoltas in the class, Grant should have a big impact in directing student life as a drama instructor. Grant has spent the past year directing and acting in productions in Massachusetts and Vermont.

Time to pull out the freshman book; on the same page that Barbara Dau is circled, you'll find this guy named Kevin Dann. Kevin made full use of the off-campus opportunities which Heather outlined in her pamphlet, as he attended U.C.S.C. for a term in his sophomore year-and never returned. Kevin is now in New England working for the Audubon Society of Rhode Island. Kevin must have been an eccy major. Anyway, since once you matriculate you are part of the team forever, and since Kevin would probably like to hear from some humans, here is his address: Parker Woodland, Maple Valley Road, Greene, R.I. 02827.

I, for one, was disappointed to hear that the U.S. will not send a team to the summer Olympics. I'm sure there are thousands of upset athletes all over the country. However, I especially feel for Pete Roby, who realized this was his last chance to make the Olympic basketball team. Sorry, Pete. Have a good month, class.

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