1972

Happy fall to one and all. By the time you read this, our mini-reunion will have come and gone. Selected details will be divulged in this space next month. Our enlightened leader, Sheldon Prentice, has selected an executive committee that is noteworthy for its size at last word numbering somewhere between 20 and 30 stalwarts and also for the fact that even if it doesn't do anything constructive, it should be a lot of fun. The first meeting is scheduled for Saturday morning, October 3, before the Holy Cross game. The significant results of the meeting will also appear here next month.

News this month has been pretty good. Brook McCann is selling bonds in Manhattan for Multivest, and he reports that sales are not too difficult with the present yields of 17 per cent. The only problem is the people who want to be assured that the bottom has come, and Brook says his crystal ball isn't that good.

Dave Stephenson writes that he is living in Colorado, investigating consumer fraud for the Colorado attorney general's office, having just completed his dissertation in, guess what, consumer fraud. Upon completing his doctorate in cultural anthropology, Dave plans to start law school.

The news from Greg Yadley is that he, Bobby, and daughter Lauren Jean are headed south to live in Tampa, where Greg will do corporate and securities work for Shackleford, Farrior, Stallings, and Evans, which is not the infield for the local baseball team.

The big news this month, however, comes from that garden spot of the south, Houston, Tex. Shel Prentice journeyed south, and he and Joe Davis were able to convince Billy Pollock that it was OK to go out and have a beer. The first thing that Bill said was that he had just moved and was living on Harvard Avenue in the •little hamlet of Turtle Creek. It's not as bad as it sounds, Bill said, because Dartmouth Avenue is only one block away. It appears that Bill has matured quite a bit since graduation, and to prove that he's not a short hitter anymore, he stayed out until almost 11:00. The rest of the contingent, however, was led by Joe to a delightful little dive where they only mopped the floor once a year, whether it was necessary or not. Joe said he liked it because it reminded him of the basement at Beta.

That's about it for this time. If the minireunion is as good as it sounds like it should be, there will be much grist for this mill. For those who can't make it, feel free to drop me a line to let the rest of us know what you are up to.

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