1981

I recently received another in a series of occasional missives from Osmun Skinner, secretary for the class of '28. Os does almost as much bird-dogging for our class as I do, and he let me in on a pair of recent '81 nuptials. David Peterson married in August, taking time out from his merchant banking at Peterson, Jacobs, and Company in New York. And Lucy Irwin has also tied the knot, in her case to lanChristoph. Lucy has her master's from the Yale School of Architecture, and lan is scheduled to get his M.D. from St. Louis's Washington University next June. Loan applications will be accepted by the couple at that time and not before.

Another of the surrogate scribes who keep me moderately well-informed and perpetually confused is Sean Bersell, who graduated from the University of New Mexico Law School last May. Having spent his third year editing the law review and teaching legal shenanigans to high school students, Sean has had the perfect mix of experiences for his new spot: as legislative assistant to Republican Senator Peter Domenici. (He's the chainsmoking budget chairman who says shockingly candid things like, "Hey, spending more than we've got could get us into trouble.")

Anyway, Sean took his bar exam in Philadelphia, where he says he stayed with Allen Smith and his wife, Denise. Allen is currently doing his residency at Pennsylvania Hospital ("the oldest chartered hospital in America") and living in an apartment complex where Sean says the landlord began scrubbing the buillding's brick exterior at 5:00 a.m. (clearly the signs of a man who is not suffering the pangs of apocalyptic angst).

Sean also says that he heard word of Bill Lindsay's wedding this past summer. Bill recently graduated from Berkeley Law, and he's now clerking for a D.C. Appeals Court Judge. Next he's reportedly on line to clerk for William "I'm-a- -strict-constructionist-as-soon-as-we-stea- mroll-the-last-20-years-of-pinko-precedent" Rehnquist.

Other legalistic neophytes reported on by Sean include Brad Rauch, who graduated from the University of Texas in May, and Dennis Ryan, who recently finished an Appeals Court clerkship to sign on with a heavy-duty firm in St. Paul.

Brian Mooney, meanwhile, continues to work for Kelley, Drye, and Warren in NYC. Which means "that he should have a job for life," says Sean, "because the firm represents Union 'Ooops, Not Again!' Carbide." (Now for all of you who are appalled at the callousness of such a comment, I would suggest writing neither myself, nor Sean. Try the boys in Wheeling, W.Va.)

There's been some other news that came from outside of my mailbox. I'm told that Liz Krahmer is either in or just back from Frankfurt, Germany, where she was or is doing something called correspondent banking for Irving Trust. (I've said this before, but I'll say it again. Who would trust a bank named Irving?) Also overseas is Greg Slayton, though he's picked less refined climes. Greg is in Senegal with World vision, serving in some type of economic analysis capacity, I think.

On the domestic front, Ty Po is with Chemical Bank and recently moved into "currency and interest rate swaps." (If you're reading this, Ty, give me a call; given my extant loans, I'd love to swap my interest rates for some currency.)

Still in school is John Dodd, who's playing the Columbia Business Boardgame. But just out of school is Betsy Slotnick, who has graduated from Michigan Law School and married a fellow grad.

This, of course, leads me to another wedding, which took place out Massa-chussetts-way in late summer. Gay Macomber and Jerry Byrd '80 bought seats on the vows exchange, with a horde of Psi U and other Dartmouth types far too numerous to mention.

On his way up to that shindig, Brian"Jackie" Stewart stopped in and spent a couple days trying to persuade me of a justification for his miserable existence. As he was enroute from San Francisco to London, where he will continue doing industrial design for a firm whose name I've forgotten, I didn't have the heart to tell him that he didn't succeed.

But enough invective, I'm confronting entropy; time and space are at a premium, so here's a last couple bits. MarcLevy has recently published in the "Journal of Conflict Resolution," where his Jack-o-Lantern training no doubt stood him in good stead.

And I also just received a press release from the National Endowment of the Humanities, announcing that Rich Horvath spent five weeks at Exeter College in Oxford this summer. Rich usually spends his time teaching sophomore English at Marquette University High School, but when given an opportunity to study the historical aspects of "Piers the Plowman" at one of its more likely sites of composition, any medieval lit freak is going to jump at the chance.

Anyway, that's all for now. Next month, I'll be basically turning over this space to a couple of twisted missives from Hallidie Grant and David Townsend. So, given that you'll have fewer of my words than ever to read, you'll definitely want to tune in.

Pax No Bosco. Smoke if you got 'em.

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