1979

Like most of you, I have been quite busy dreaming of warm summer sun and cool beer from God's country (La Crosse, Wise., for the uninitiated). However, in Milwaukee, as I write this, that is still nearly five months away. So to make my cold winter evenings pass quickly, I simply read my ALUMNI MAG mail. Who's on first, what's at Stanford, etc.

Some much-appreciated news arrived of several of our more enigmatic bretheren; I speak of Rosie Morris and Craig Enright, of course. The former, Eric Grant claims, is in engineering "somewhere in the States." Expose yourself, Rose. The latter, when he's not banking, is blowing a mean sax, I'm told.

Eric, who claims that he smiled only once in four years, writes that after a speedy graduation day exit from Hanover he has found happiness, or at least crudeness, at the American Petroleum Institute. This organization, which Eric calls a "trade association," is really just a place for Eric to rest in between courting (basketball and otherwise). Eric's running mates have also traded Converse for Johnston-Murphy's; after graduating from Cornell Law this spring, Kery Davis will work for a Wall Street law firm. Finally, Bruce Jockman, whom Eric calls the gentleman's militant, is trying to radicalize I.B.M. from the inside. I wonder who will win?

Gentleman Jim Holden, as he was called in Colby's Best Hall, claims that his former roommate, Dave Jeffrey, is living in a cozy N.Y.C. studio apartment. This apartment is so cozy that friendly can flip an egg while he shampoos in the shower. Jim says that because friendly sports only the finest in designer cologne, he is never at a loss for a hot date.

Jim, who recently saw Bob Grant in Boston, says that Bob has found a banking position which is well tailored to his peculiar talents. The Bay Bank, you see, has this vault door which is very heavy. Not many guys can push this door shut all by themselves. Bob, however, says that this is no problem; in fact, Bob says that his new job is "wicked pissah."

News comes in of Kevin Reitz. He was recently married to Rachael Byrne. Kevin will graduate from Penn Law. Kevin will then intern for the Supreme Court of Alaska in Fairbanks. Some guys have all the luck.

Dave Wilson, a terse corporate memo says, was recently made an assistant secretary at Manufacturers Hanover in New York.

Some highlights from Paul Krupka's letter: it might surprise some of you, but not me, to learn that Paul is in San Francisco. It did not surprise me to learn that he is gainfully employed. He is a transportation engineer. Just What Tripp Peake ('78) needed at Beta several years ago.

P. Odence, J. Baylan, and S. Franklin are all living under the same roof; they are also in an Francisco. Along with R. Reno, Phil keeps m touch with himself, and others, through the use of isolation tank therapy. Get Boylan and Zeke into one of those things.

Krupka says that Paul Centa, from Denver, insists that his new townhouse is definitely not a "condo." I have not seen the place, but I happen to know that it is so a condo, Paul. Are there informal "get togethers" with your nice neighbors and built-in blow-dryers?

Speaking of blow-dryers, Harry Griffith never seems to learn; he is still skiing and teaching same to fat executives from Hackensack. He does admit that he is wildly jealous of those who are allowed to wear suits every day. He may go to B-School in the fall. Sure, Harry.

For those of you who know him, Tim Taussig is finding that his 22-foot sailboat is beginning to cramp his style a bit. Any of you who might have a few spare dollars, please send them to me and I will see that they make it to the "Bigger Boat for Timmy Fund." Deductions are tax deductible.

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