1976
Greetings, friends and neighbors. Hopefully you won't mistake this issue of the "mag" for another of those wonderful Christmas catalogues that descend on everyone this time of year. I even got one from Wrecko a spin-off from Ronco, I think which consists of a listing of their T.V. commercials and the electrifying announcement that they now feature only 100 per cent virgin, imported, singleneedle tailoring, fresh-frozen, no-artificial-preservative, genuine Naugahyde in all their products. And some cynics say our civilization is crumbling.
Enough reflection; now on to the news. This month's major item is a letter from Bill Hutchinson, who, to the envy of most of us, has been living on Nantucket Island since his departure from Hanover. If you've ever been to Nantucket or gotten a postcard from there you may remember the shanty on the wharf with the "Lobsters" sign. Bill used to work in that vicinity for a seafood co-op but now reports he's gone out on his own and opened an establishment tentatively titled "Hutch's Haunt." Initial results are encouraging, although the seasonal nature of the island's economy means business is an all or nothing proposition. Hutch reports that Greg Cronin stopped by this summer with a female companion. After a day in the sun and a night of semi-severe "bellying up" Greg's friend was ready to depart, but Greg, displaying his well-known distaste for schedules, decided on one last lager. Luck was not with our classmate that evening, for the last ferry sailed with his lady friend, but without Greg, who narrowly missed the departing vessel. Unconfirmed reports are that Greg, undaunted by the foul-up, returned to the reveling and, while reaching in his pocket for some change, discovered the keys to the car his companion was planning to drive back to Boston. Although Hatch wasn't privy to the rest of the story he did note that the ever-cautious Mr. Cronin took the first plane back to Boston the next morning.
Hutch also reports seeing Tom Reinhart (recognizable by his guilty smile even when he's not up to no good) on Nantucket this summer, reportedly as part of Tom's post-M.B.A. work at F.Y.U. (Find Yourself University). Rhino is now firmly entrenched in the establishment as an investment banker at L.F. Rothschild in New York City. He has already pulled his first coup by selling his dilapidated Pinto wagon which had no reverse and required a screwdriver for starting to some unsuspecting soul.
Other news coming in has it that David Plane was married to Katharine Jacobs on August 14. David received his master's and Ph.D. in regional sciences from the University of Pennsylvania and after a stint with the Census Bureau in Washington is now an assistant professor of geography and regional development at the University of Arizona in Tucson. Katharine is a Middlebury graduate who earned a master's of landscape architecture in environmental planning at Berkeley in 1981. She's presently serving as a water resource specialist with the state of Arizona, also in Tucson.
News has filtered in about several grand events of world import , such as the wedding of Co-Head Class Agent John "Goose" Gleason and the engagement of one Peter Cowan. I also picked up a wire service story to the effect that Wendy Simila was spotted at a tail-gate wedding prior to the Yale-Dartmouth game. Wendy emphatically denies the nuptials were her own. Any details on these and other items of even mild prurient or tax-free interest are always welcome. The mailbag. is dangerously low as we head into the dead of winter, so during commercials on Hill Street Blues, or at the intermission of the Nutcracker, depending on your orientation, please drop me a note. Best wishes for the holidays.
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