1980

Look half an inch up this page. Yes, it's true. After all of my ranting and raving about San Francisco, I've relocated, albeit temporarily, to Honolulu.

Certainly Honolulu is pleasant. It's warm and sunny, and the trade winds lull one into a more relaxed daily pace. There are, however, challenges connected with living 10 minutes from "Life's Greatest Beach." Being a minority, for example. One would think that, having been a woman at Dartmouth in the days of three-to-one, I might be prepared for minority-itis. On the contrary. Nothing has prepared me for the feeling that comes with the realization that I am the ONLY person in the Honolulu airport carrying a briefcase. Nor do I derive pleasure from a San Francisco wardrobe in a land of Aloha shirts and mumus (which, to tell you the truth, remind me of the Lanz nightgowns that were the norm in North Mass and Woodward).

The language is challenging also. Having been an English major, I try to understand new words by examining context clues. For example, every litter basket in Waikiki has mahalo stenciled on it/so I concluded that mahalo means litter or waste or even trash. Imagine my confusion upon coming across a restaurant sign that read "No smoking mahalo," or my chagrin when, after making a sales pitch to one of my clients, he turned to me and said, "Mahalo, Cathy, mahalo."

To add to the confusion, the Hawaiian alphabet has few letters: a, e, h, i, k, l, m, n, o, p,u, and w. This makes for some weird translations. My name, for example. Without c, t, y, g, and r, Cathy McGrath becomes "Ah Mah." Hmmph.

At any rate, being six time zones away from the East Coast makes it difficult keeping in touch. Give me a call, drop me a postcard, or bear the risk that in my next column I'll mahalo you with lies.

Geoff "Radar" Edelson (Eo Eelon, in Hawaiian) finished up at Thayer (the • school, not the dining room) and entered a Ph.D. program at Penn. He has since taken a leave of absence and is working at RCA, in the radar division. (No kidding, it's a fact.)

Tony Furnary (On Una) is in Philadelphia also and is a resident at Jefferson. In other words, no one has seen nor heard from Tony in months. Being a resident must be some fun.

Breck Smith (Eck Mih) recently wedded (got married). I was disappointed with the press coverage, but I suspect that, were it not for Fergie, Maria Shriver, and Caroline K., the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Smith would have gotten the media attention it deserved.

Denise Dupre (Enie Upe) is acting professorial at the Boston University School of Hotel Management and, among other things, marketing a new-fangled briefcase.

After completing an MBA at the University of Chicago, Dave Hansmann (Ae Hanmann) moved himself to San Diego, which Wade Herring (Wae Hein) probably thinks is even more flakey than San Francisco. Maybe the sun, surf, and relaxing lifestyle got to him Hans is now employed by Fireman's Fund in the Bay Area.

Unlike many of us, Page Polk (PaePolk) has chosen a career matching some of her talents. (For awhile I thought that I could say the same about Ann Munves, until I learned that she was no longer quality control manager at the 5 Olde Nuggett bar.) Page is teaching figure skating in the Chicago area.

Eric Cutter (Ei Ue) spent part of the summer coaching at the Dartmouth football camp. He returned to Maryland pondering how we ever worked during summer quarter. The answer: we didn't, Eric, we didn't.

And speaking of football: for those of you who are lucky enough to make it to Hanover for this year's homecoming (versus Hahvahd on October 18), be sure to stop by the class tent. We will be throwing a mini-reunion with the classes of '81 and '79. Both of these classes, acknowledging their wimpiness, realized that they'd have a tough time drawing anyone on their own. Since they always wanted to be 'Bos anyway, they asked us to jointly sponsor a tent.

Aloha and mahalo (which, by the way, means thanks you).

1250 Lauhala #310 Honolulu, Hawaii 96813