1978
The flickering matches glowed in the night. The separate amber flames some 90,000 strong combined to make an awesome sight, slightly reminiscent of Hallie Walden's freshman book picture. Suddenly the pulsating chant began again, "Stones, Stones, Stones. ... " Keith Richards broke away from a flock of groupies that included Chris Morris. Jagger dropped his spoon, licked his fingers, and strode back out in front of the massive speakers to begin his encore. The roar in the stadium was deafening. Mick's mind raced back to 1967 when RollingStone magazine rated his group number one, due primarily to a favorable comparison to his peers, most notably an eleven-year-old JackKiernan. Jagger cleared his throat. "Please allow me to introduce myself; I'm a man of wealth and taste. ... " Thus began Buster Hyman's wedding.
Joining Mick on stage was one of the few surviving members of Lynyrd Skynyrd, Rick Speer. Distrustful of airplanes, Rick opted for making the Atlanta-New York trek by land- yacht. As the black-tie crowd at the Temple Israel gasped, Rick proceeded to unload a full set of lime-green Ludwig drums from the trunk of his Yamanimobile. The crowd's attention was diverted, however, by the confetti blizzard of business cards which descended upon the temple grounds. "Excellent," Mark McGowan muttered, abruptly glancing at his precision hi - tecfi watch. No, the cards were not announcing the unexpected arrival of Kevin Barber at another wedding, but instead the business debut of McGowan, now Reagan's productivity czar.
Speer took the mike from Jagger. "What song is it you want to ?" He stopped abruptly. All heads turned to a side door. The groorn had arrived. He was making his first visit to the temple, having missed the rehearsal the day (before. The soon-to-be-betrothed Hyman was composed, however, and strode confidently to the wrong side of his bride-to-be, Amy Ettelson, a Northwestern grad. Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends. McGowan fidgeted nervously with his beeper. Farley chuckled knowingly at Hyman's faux pas. Mr. and Mrs. Epstein scowled at Farley.
None of this commotion bothered Buster, however. As if the prospect of nuptial bliss was not enough, Buster had actually birdied the first hole on the morning of his wedding day. Stand on the wrong side of the bride? This was a trivial matter he had birdied the first hole. Others in Buster's flight included Steve Adnopoz, BertDixon, Kenny King, Frank Setian, and JerryWiddicombe.
The parade of classmates beginning the busi- ness of real living continues. Rob Wilkes took the plunge with Kathy Banish, a North Carolina grad. The Dartmouth contingent was again strong, including Amy Cammann '77, Tom Hill '79, Steve Mandel, and Larry Murray. A two- sport athlete at the College, Rob remains bitter that wrestling was discontinued in his sophomore year.
Following the advice of his star-gazing friend, the Cosmic Muffin, Doug Ancona decided to 1) switch jobs and 2) get married. Doug left WCOZ radio in Boston, where he managed the breaking of Roger Daltry's guitar, to move to WLTN in Littleton, where he is program direc- tor. Additionally, he is now married to Anne Fidler. Dartmouth was well represented, with attendees including ushers Jack Fidler '76 and Bob Price, plus Marianne Bond Price, Mark Fidler '77, and many others. Doug claims that he is happy to hear from anyone passing through the White Mountains. However, for a closer walk with nature, you should talk to CharlieRoots or Steve Thompson, who recently returned from a wedding in Dawson, Alaska. This affair included members from the classes of '75 to 'BO, as well as Patricia Sloan, and reportedly will make Dartmouth tough for some Alaskans to forget.
Charley Wise is engaged. His lifelong friend, T. J. Russell, was married in Haiti.
Kudos to Steve Meili, who organized a career day in Hanover to inform seniors of opportunities open to Dartmouth graduates. The panel included classmates Dave Corey, Glen Swartout, Denise Ruzicka, Jane Frederick, Steve Strauss, Sally Eastman, Dave Master, Don Frankel, Judy Osher, and Sue Gilmartin Proulx. If Penn loses any more football games 58-0, I'm sending John Carney to the next session.
Several classmates' careers have taken a turn for the better or at least the weirder. Fitting into the latter category, Doug Bradley is now selling industrial real estate in Boston. A serious Doug claims, "No more horses, no more getting 'baked,' and no more 'Goop.' " Peter Raskind has been elected a corporate services officer at Harris Bank. This is an exclusive job, similar to being on the room waiting list at AXA. RalphBlanchard received an associate designation from the Actuarial Society, after passing his seventh exam. I noticed this while browsing through this week's issue of Actuary in Action.Ed Snook has returned to Hanover! While many believe he is just searching for his front teeth, I know that he is really a first-year student at Tuck. Kappa Sig may get their back dues yet. Finally, Margarit Benton is learning the law New Jersey style at Rutgers.
Stockman gazed at the numbers one more time. Haig will be livid, he thought to himself. However, they had all agreed that sacrifices had to be made across the board. Why, even matching funds for College sculptures such as X-Delta and Thel had been cut from the budget. Can we afford to just leave Engelsted, Reeder, and Renner floating in the Caspian Sea, he wondered? Certainly not. He picked up the phone to the G.A.O. "Give me Crowe," he said. This called for some voodoo accounting. Perfect for a Stanford B School grad, he concluded.
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