1979
Funny you should ask! As a matter of fact, I did have the first chance at the Vanessa Williams photos, but let's face it, this is a family magazine. Our readership is just not interested in kinky pictures unless, of course, a '79 is involved. (Hmm, what class was the other woman?) So send me your huddled masses waiting to be whipped or, rather, send me the photographic evidence. I will do my best to get your shots into the column and promise to be extremely complimentary with my comments, i.e., no cheap shots.
I wasn't kidding about the family magazine part. Ben Riley should be married by now. OK, I know his parents always said that, but this time it's serious. Ben was engaged to Janet McCormick, with a September wedding planned and, being a man of principle, he probably followed through with it. Both Ben and Janet passed the California bar last year, and Ben now works for McCutchen, Doule, at al in San Francisco. After taking that foolish test, Ben proceeded forthwith to Southeast Asia for the next two months, traveling through Malaysia and Thailand during his tour. Pretty frisky. Once a backpacker on a Eurailpass, always a backpacker. Janet was amused but not sufficiently intrigued by the idea to go along and instead headed off to D.C. to get her L.L.M. in tax, thus demonstrating a thirst for real danger.
There are others who made the long march down those hallowed law school halls, through the doors, to the streets, into the church, down the aisle, back out on the streets, off on the honeymoon, and finally out to the real world. Tom Smith is a survivor of the trek and has written a best-selling green card on the subject. Tom had always thought that Patricia Devane was swell, but what the heck, he was only a lowly law student. Why should she want to marry him? Finally, Tom's big chance came. He got the job with New York State in their division of corporations. Now he would ask her. Now she couldn't say "no." She didn't, and there should have been a wedding in Albany in October. Am I correct? Thank you, thank you.
Tom also mentioned that he had attended the weddings of Gregg Goldberg and Chris Haydon. I thought briefly, "Two guys? Nah." I then noticed that "weddings" was plural. Further research will undoubtedly reveal the names of the brides.
Some of you readers will catch on quickly and will stop reading this column halfway through. For others, the realization that this piece of literature concerns nothing but news of weddings and kids will come only at the end and will probably be accompanied by feelings of outrage and wasted time. There isn't anything kinky this month, so don't say that I didn't warn you.
Chuck Westerman kind of snuck one by me. He and his wife Lyn have been married for five years and have a one-year-old son, Jeremy. During four of the past five years, Chuck was the assistant director of CYCLE, a youth ministry education program in Chicago. He returned recently to academics, however, and just completed his first year of his master's of divinity at Northern Baptist Seminary. Chuck posed some curious rhetorical questions in his correspondence, the most innocuous of which inquired as to the specific item that Kathy Peden sells for Procter and Gamble. I would be a poor class secretary indeed, were I not to pursue this matter. Thus, a reward of ten Gary Hart buttons is offered for any information leading to a definition and ultimate determination of what is being sold here.
We also know from Chuck's careful calculus that Scott and Marci Somerville had their third child last November. Chuck also gave us a confirmation on Gregg Goldberg's wedding and indicated Gregg's new wife's name to be Jennifer. The couple live in Fort Worth, Tex.
neutral observers have revealed that Pat and Stacy Smith Quinn returned last March from their honeymoon in Mexico. The same sources further revealed that the couple was married in June of 1981. You figure it out. Stacy works for a law firm in Cleveland, having received her J.D. from Case Western in 1982,"while Pat balances his duties as an ensign in the U.S. Navy and a part-time medical student at Case Western. You figure that one out.
Well, we're not out of the woods yet. This is positively the last chance for those people uninterested in conjugal bliss and other great American pastimes to get out while the getting is good.
Liz Denning Dauten had been living the wild life of an executive in the fast world of advertising at J. Walter Thompson until she found out about the theme behind this column. Liz subsequently took some time off to travel with her husband, Kent Dauten '77, and "to play and become a mom." The Dautens obviously play some enjoyable games as evidenced by the birth of their daughter Jenna, born just last January.
News of a good time also reached us from the Midwest where Arch King writes of a baby boom. He and Anne recently celebrated Thomas Andrew's arrival, while over in Michigan Dave and Maggie Brown are counting on a celebration of their own. Oh, and Arch, those Cubs never did take the dive, did they?
I just got married, but since I plan to devote all of next month's column to the event, there really is no point in writing about it here. Instead, let us reward the few, the brave, the single people who managed to work their way through this, month's proceedings.
Regrets were expressed by Owen Dempsey over the missed reunion. Hey, class of '79, do we care? Did it really bother us to be jilted, ignored, and yes, the ultimate, dinged? As a class, I think it's safe to say that we're pretty vindictive. Owen will be spending the next ten months in Lausanne, Switzerland, working at IMEDE, which is apparently the European equivalent of our hot shot business schools. He'll be studying as well as consulting to European industry. Who cares!
Finally, an incredible wealth of information was supplied by Dave Philhower as picked up in one of his telethon efforts. Dave has been earning big bucks as a supervisor for Radway Express in their West Paterson, N.J., office. The rest of the "sleep and eat" crowd are getting along in fine fashion, with F.X. Matt working at his wife's business in Pittsburgh, Bill Potter studying medicine in New York, and Charlie Hatton still functioning in style as a precious-metals broker in NYC.
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