1960

Would you believe that the Hanover Inn has been sold to Howard Johnson? Would you believe that the Dartmouth National Bank was sold to Princeton University? Would you believe that Jim Campion sold the family business to Federated Department Stores? You wouldn't? Well, try this one for credibility.

The Dartmouth Cooperative Society, apparently not a co-op in the legal sense, has agreed to sell both the store and Bridgman building to a group of enterprising haberdashers headed by GeneKohn and Allen Stowe. Details are sketchy at this time, but Allen promises to give me the inside scoop in time for next month's column. On his way back from Lake Tahoe, Allen stopped over in Denver for breakfast with Bruce Ducker. Allen described the restaurant as a typical "ham and eggs" place in which Bruce knew practically everyone, including Vice President Bush's son. The next day Allen had lunch with Seth Strickland in New York. Seth was preparing to leave for England with Kathy and his two daughters for a couple of weeks touring the Lake District. He said something about it being a business trip. Who else but Allen would fly across country for a free lunch? Come to think of it, maybe the breakfast was free, too.

Glenn Dickey's sports column in the June 19th edition of the San FranciscoChronicle was printed on light green newsprint. Headlined "Why the A's Didn't Move to Denver," it gave the inside story of the behind-the-scenes negotiations between the Oakland A's and the management of the Oakland Coliseum. As president of the A's, Roy Eisenhardt was the featured player. The story dispelled many rumors about the A's being sold (false) and/or being moved to Denver or Tampa (also false). It's too bad in a way. Think of all the fun Bruce could have had introducing all the players in his favorite breakfast eatery.

A few months ago, I reported on the class's gift to the College given in honor of Gene Kohn's service to the class. I mentioned that the executive committee had thought a 10-year supply of kitty litter was an appropriate gift. A couple of weeks ago, I received an official rebuke from Lowe's, Inc., the manufacture of Kitty Litter brand. While the writer suspected my reference to their product was "inadvertent," he admonished me to protect their valuable trademark or to substitute the generic term, "cat box filler." I am humbled by the earth shaking importance and reach of this column.

Class Notes deadlines have a way of interfering with my departures for scuba diving trips. Nancy and I leave in the early a.m. for what can legitimately be described as a business trip to the Sea of Cortez. (For you non-cartographers, that's the body of water around the southern tip of Baja California.) I've been working on a book about the best places in the world to go scuba diving. It will feature photography from the world's foremost underwater photographers and maybe a few by me, as well. I'm writing the text. You can rest asured that I will not discuss cats, fillers, or any of that other stuff that goes into kitty litter boxes. We should have a publisher lined up in the coming months, so until then it's work, work, work.

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