1972

TENTH REUNION

Our tenth reunion has come and gone, and for those hearty souls who trekked up to the familiar haunts of Hanover, the trip was its own reward. It became apparent quickly that our class is learning how to schedule business around pleasure, judging from the numbers of fast trackers who showed up from such places as Texas and San Francisco. It was also apparent that the class has adapted the lessons in resourcefulness learned in such places as (gad) business school. The principles of OPM (other people's money) were quickly applied to OPB (other people's beer). Upon the author's arrival at the '72 tent, the apparently sparse attendance was explained by the fact that everyone was over at the '7l tent, drinking their beer. Sure enough, about midnight, the '7l beer was kicked and most of the '7lers had faded, and there was enough '72 beer left for all who wanted it.

Mark Woodward is to be congratulated for his careful planning and hard work, which made the entire weekend such a good time. Amidst all the fun, though, there was some serious business done (although as little as possible). Peter Heed turned the class responsibilities over to a new slate of officers, and now Sheldon Prentice should receive all your letters as to how the class affairs can be run better, since he is the new president. Greg Yadley is the treasurer, and Dick White has consented to continue as head class agent. Dick Spaziano will be the reunion chair for our 15th, which I believe is in 1987, so you don't have to make your reservations for a while yet. At the business meeting Saturday morning, it was also decided that we should establish a Class of 1972 Performing Arts Fund. The purpose of the fund is to aid worthy artists and productions which may receive no other aid. Mark Woodward will be contacting you regarding the development of this fund. The third thing we did was to decide to have a minireunion on October 5, which is the Holy Cross weekend. More about that next month, but for any closet procrastinators who may be lurking out there, ticket applications for this game don't close until September 11.

There were about 120 members of the class who made it to the reunion, and herewith follows most of what I remember about who said what. If I.leave anything out or put something in that should have been left out, please write me so I will have some ammunition for next month. Ted Agoos has cleared all the hurdles that the architectural profession sets up before allowing one to practice, and he reports that solar houses have a bright future. Pete Broberg has decided that the profession of law offers more security of employment than our late-lamented national pastime, and he is in law school in Florida. JoeDavis is a petroleum geologist with Arco, rambling around our nation's nether regions in search of that precious fluid. I continue to reside in New York, where I work at Ogden Marine, chartering tankers and coal carriers all over the world. Bob Forman reports that Rocky Mountain highs aren't so bad, and he continues to enjoy Denver. Peter Heed no longer solves mysteries for the State of New Hampshire and is practicing a somewhat more sedate brand of law. He has also gotten heavily into white-water kayaking, which he says is fun as long as not too much of the white water gets into the kayak with him. Joel Johnson and Brad Poynter, eminent physicians both, chose the reunion to introduce a new theory of longevity, potency, wisdom, and general well-being. Although somewhat obtuse, it seemed to have something to do with beer. Charlie Nearburg left a photograph of himself racing an awesome machine which he describes as a "March Engineering chassis with a Cosworth-Ford engine," and it appears that Charlie has driven this beast at speeds of 170 m.p.h. It also appears that Charlie has recently retired from racing because of the demands of running his company. Sheldon Prentice has recently moved from the Big Apple to Vermont, where he has started his own law practice.

There were many other conversations and anecdotes arising out of the reunion, but this author will heed the words of the previous author of this column, who suggested that it is best to ration out the news, since not everyone writes every month. Bill Schur is hereby thanked for the fine job he did over the past four years, and his advice is hereby heeded. Write if you feel so moved, and if no one is so moved, a certain garbage disposal and some of his buddies may have to be hauled out of retirement to add some spice to this space. See you next month.

Peter Benziger '72 was one of several proudnew fathers at the tenth reunion.

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