1981

I couldn't believe it. My date and I had sauntered over to a friend's house for a bash last Saturday night, and I had again found myself in the most horrid of possible Washington experiences: the policy party.

A lanky young guy was leaning over a befuddled couple: "Well," he seethed, "it's not like I'm being film noir or anything!"

Fearful of what such a man might really be being, we escaped to the kitchen in search of frosted hops. But there was no escaping. The contagion had spread to an area in front of the refrigerator, where three people were having a heated debate on the fourth amendment.

Suppressing an urge to search their brains and seize what was left of their sanity, we decided it was time to leave. As we reached the door, I overheard an otherwise attractive woman describing the "inherent logistical barriers to any housing voucher schema."

I had to act. But since you probably read the details of the slaughter in your newspaper, I'll spare you for now.

Those of you in medical school, on the other hand, might have found the carnage fairly interesting. And speaking of medical school . . .

Chuck Bower has finished his four-year purgatory at the University of Arkansas Medical School. He recently wrote that after his graduation in May, he will begin a residency in otolaryngology. No, I haven't the vaguest.

Seven-eighths of a doctor is Jon Cohen, who reports that he and his wife will be leaving for the "frozen tundra" of Madison, Wise., after he finishes up at the University of North Carolina. (Jon also mentioned having some problems with his state's re-election of Jesse "I'm-for-cuts-in-government-spending -as-long-as-they-don't-touch-the-tobacco-lobby" Helms; but I don't want to throw a policy party here, so let's move on.)

Also doctoring her life is Becca Brackett, who says she is bolting to Seattle this month (something to do with orthopedics). Then she'll be off to Alaska, followed by Minnesota this summer (something to do with radiology) .

Likewise, Steve Wright is in his third year of a doctorate in chemistry at Harvard. But no word on how much is left or which road he is planning to take his show on.

Now, let's leave all this talk of biochemistry for the time being; I delve into enough of that in my free time. Instead, let's talk about something really unconventional . . . like marriage, perhaps.

Robin Smoller Sullivan, as the name change suggests, has recently married Mark Sullivan '79. The ceremony was attended by Laura Ackerman, who is married to Robin's bother, Bruce '79. All in all, a few too many names followed by a few too many numbers for this buckaroo.

Suzanne Sudikoff's marriage to Rick Weixel last November was a bit easier to follow. Suzanne reports that she and spouse "are living happily ever after in Framingham, Mass." No problem.

Nearby, in Boston, Dave Townsend is making similar plans. While Dave quietly consults his way toward dominance of the northeastern United States' telecommunications network, he's found time to convince Jennifer Reinert '84 that he's not such a bad guy after all. I remain unconvinced, but she has a right to her own opinions.

Also on the marriage circuit is Andy Drexler, who was reportedly hitched to Karen Gordshine (I hope I got her name right) on September 9. Karen graduated from Prince- ton in the best of all possible years. Vintage stock. Anyway, Andy and Karen are continuing at Stanford Business School.

(Sources say that the same weekend, a scant few miles away, Josh Mackoff married Susan Brauer. The usual assortment of Psi U boys were on hand including Scott Stuart and Sam Norton.)

And as long as I'm in the Bay Area, I ought to mention Lynnette Eubanks. She landed a spot with Channel 14, a Spanish television network out of San Francisco.

Also thataway is Dave Courtney, who has joined the legions at Stanford's school for corporate commandos. Some of the others in that battalion whom I may not have mentioned before include: Brian Alpert, Mike Simon, Maribeth Hourihan, Tom Ryan, SteveSpear, Chris Goff, Phil Jacobs, and BillLindsay (avec fiance).

And as long as I'm on the subject of business school, Ted Hibben is up at Harvard, doing that thing with a bunch of other '81s, just about all of whom have made it into these pages six or seven thousand times. Down in New York, meanwhile, Peter Heymann is working the hard-bitten world of capitalism outside the soft-headed halls of academia. Peter is swinging on the investment banking vine at Drexel/Burnham.

Now, I'll grant you that I'm nearing an end rather early here, but let's face it, I'm a busy man. There are dustballs beneath the dining room table, snowballs to be made in the front yard, and cheese balls to be eradicated from the various policy parties that are going on around town even as I speak.

And so, if you can find it in your heart to let me go, I shall. Somehow I thought you'd see it my way.

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