1980

Thank you very much for providing the scholarship for my freshman trip. I had a fantastic time in fact, it was one of the best times I've had in my life."

"The trip really reassured me. I had been a little nervous about meeting my fellow '86ers, but the trip somehow made it much easier."

"Three nights ago, we had a freshman trip reunion ... it was such fun, I wouldn't be surprised if we are having similar reunions in our senior year here."

"Thanks again for helping to make my freshman year at Dartmouth that much more special."

Isn't this great? These are excerpts from the letters of three members of the class of '86. Due to your generosity, Greg Stone, Carrie Sheehan, and Sean O'Hearn received scholarships from the Laurie Van Buskirk fund. All those enthusiastic comments indicate that, thanks to you, it's working. I trust Laurie would approve.

Let me see, I've paid the bills and taken my pills. I've done my laundry and I've showered with a friend. Now, pray tell, what else must I do at least once this month? Ah yes, it is time once again for "Everything your parents always wanted to know about the 'Bos . . . but were afraid to ask."

Actually, if I were to print "everything" they wanted to know, you would be reading for a month and I might be dangling from the highest tree. So with every intention of keeping your attention and my good health, I herewith submit a tactfully edited and therefore fully abridged version of "Tales From the Crypt."

I trooped up to Hanover for the annual grape harvest (which coincided splendidly with Homecoming/Harvard weekend). And, forever cognizant of my responsibility to protect the innocent, I only remember a few things: It is still cold in Hanover (snow, sleet, hail, rabbit pellets, etc. during the football game) . . . the view from Bartlett Tower is still magnificent

. . . There is not much difference between the freshman "activity" during half-time and an average melee in Central Park . . . And, unlike Mister Ed, you cannot possibly remain standing for more than 72 hours in a row . . .

Faster than a speeding bullet? Yes indeed. More powerful than a locomotive? You bet. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? No, she has to take the stairs like the rest of us. But as captain, Ellen Remsen led the U.S. Women's Lacrosse team to England this fall for the 1982 World Cup Championship. After all the points were tallied, the U.S. had erased a 71 deficit in the finals to defeat Australia and sweep the gold. Great work, Rems! Ellen has returned to Boston, the hub of the universe, to manage sales for the Brine Sporting Goods Company.

Heads of the Charles: Charlie and Laura (Murphy) Moore have also set up camp in the Bay Area for two years of recession-proof business school. She is at Harvard; he is at Boston College. They meet for lunch at Park Street Station, where the Red Line meets the Green Line. Maybe they'll also have reunions at a neutral site like the Old North Church or Fenway Park or the Neponset Drive-in . . .

Ever since the dean's office published that wild photograph in the 'BO freshman book, John Stix has been some sort of cult hero. Not that he's ready to marry 15,873 couples simultaneously like his idol Sun Moon, but John is coming along. Already he's had people follow him all the way home . . . and they never leave. He claims to work for a geothermal energy outfit in Los Alamos. (Incidentally, Merle, Los Alamos is not the place where Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie bought it at the hands of 5,000 Mexicans.)

John Coco (complete with 27-whisker beard) spent two weeks fly-fishing on Alaska's Kenai Peninsula before returning for year three with roommate Jose Samson at UVM Medical School.

Quote of the month: Darryl Dawkins, honorary 'BO and basketball star, when asked, "Why is '53' your favorite number?" said, "Because it's my birthday. I was born on the 53rd day of Never-ember."

Originally, the speculation was that the Ann Arbor water had been treated with something funny. The Eyewitness News crew hovered around the scene, waiting for a scoop on the latest unsolved-substances mystery. And although the Rocky Mountain Poison Center worked overtime, it produced no conclusive findings. But the fact remains shortly after Bill Goodspeed shocked the free world with the announcement of his engagement, one of his roommates began to display similar signs of irrationality. Meg Coughlin, normally a staunch, starched, and stalwart (sounds like John DeLorean) law student, began to weaken. She announced her engagement to Mike LePage, past professional water-skier and present radio advertising sales director. Congratulations, Meg and Mike.

Coming and going: Following her evacuation from the Falkland Islands, Cami Crone is back in London studying maritime law and policy. She's having a grand time in all the Soho Clubs and is also working on her memoirs of international diplomacy. The title is, "I Left my Heart in Goose Green." Roman Lipp, Tuck '82, has joined the herd at Merrill Lynch. With all the hectic trading on Wall Street recently, Roman's been working overtime on his abacus.

Well, the holiday season is approaching. I think I'll go dust off my old Bing Crosby albums and make up some mulled cider. I love this time of year. Here's hoping you have happy and healthy holidays CHEERS!

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