1975

Unlike the Southeast, we have been blessed with recent torrential downpours. This has provided me with a unique opportunity to become more familiar with my basement and the immediate perimeter of my house. Happily, this delightful activity was interrupted with an eyewitness report from Hanover. My niece has just returned from a running camp held at Dartmouth. Despite the fact that her father went to Princeton, she was still admitted. Apparently things at the Big Green carry on without us; she regaled me with stories of long runs up steep hills and beautiful summer evenings along the river. Although I remember some great evenings along the river, the only trips up those hills were in my 1963 Rambler American. In any event, the running camp was a great one-week success and I urge you all to look into it for friends or relatives. While this column does allow me some license to write about my family, I think that I had best move on.

Word has arrived that Jeff Bennett is on the move up the ladder with his recent appointment to budget director of Merrill Lynch & Cos. Prior to this appointment Jeff had been manager of corporate budgeting and joined Merrill in 1985. Some people stay ahead of their creditors just as fast as I do; last time I saw Jeff, he and Kelsey were strolling down a street in my hometown. At the time they were living in Boston and Jeff was with Bain & Company.

The glamour of New York is perhaps no less evident than in the waiting room of Penn Station, and Kevin Kenny and I were both equally impressed to find each other there. Kevin is presently in Houston and I am virtually certain that it was cooler on that day in Houston. We had the opportunity for about a three-minute visit as we were both rushing to trains which were headed in opposite directions. Kevin is now working with Continental Insurance in the international arm, which is, of course, why he was in Penn Station. Acutally, Kevin's parents live in Hartford, Conn., and the train is it. Although we had little time for an update, he assured me that Houston is full of entertainment and that he is just the guy to educate visiting classmates.

In my continuing quest for local classmates (and honestly I don't have to look too hard in New York), I discovered Dmitri Pavlakis in the office just down the hall from mine. Now, Dmitri and I were not best friends at Dartmouth, but you'd think that I would have spotted him a little sooner than four months into the job. I told Dmitri it was because I was working too hard; Dmitri told me that I should have studied my freshman class book a little closer and that he had it on good authority that the previous excuse was not true. The facts are that Dmitri is in the corporate finance department of Salomon Brothers, specializing in communications companies.

Now that I am beginning to settle in and my new address has appeared more than once, I expect to receive at least a smattering of mail from all of you in the hinterlands-like Albany.

3 Avon Road Bronxville, NY 10708