1981
Well, those folks from the Hobnail School of Close-Formation Goosestep have been up to their merry pranks again, championing the cause of free expression by proving the sledgehammer mightier than the shack. The Rearview's latest reich decided to forcefully smash those anti-apartheid huts placed on the Green, no doubt because they were as uncomfortable to think about as they were to see. But no Ivy ivory tower, theirs. The Night of the Long Mallets was perfectly justified, say these patriots, because symbolic acts of peaceful social protest must be subjugated to. an uncluttered venue for this year's ice statue (as long, of course, as the ceremonial sacrifice takes place under cover of darkness).
Weigh the dire need for a pristine Winter Carnival against piddling debates about our support of Pretoria's perpetual pogrom, and I'm sure you'll reach the same conclusion.
But I wax wroth. Class notes probably are not the appropriate place for rants against the knuckle-dragging Neanderthals. Instead, just put your feet up, and let the blood pummel your temples. That's it. Feeling dizzy? Perfect I'm in the mood for lies.
Let's begin with the weddings to get our minds off the yahoos. As usual, lawyers first. Catherine Haley married a Connecticut College grad at the end of last November. After tripping off to Aruba, the two were scheduled to return to their respective Washington law firms for some concerted power brokering. Likewise planning a pause from jurisprudence is Randy Bodner, who will marry Elizabeth Evans 'B3 at the end of May. Randy is currently clerking for the Second Circuit Appeals judge in New York. But what his fiance is up to and whether the two will spend their honeymoon at the fifth reunion are both still mysteries to me. (The secretary is always the last to know.)
Some more attorneys-turned-bride-andgroom? I got a million of 'em. Lon Povich, for example, has announced an April wedding with someone he met at Hahvahd Law School. She went to Duke, but the two have found common ground (and doubtless some wherewithal) in Boston. Lon was evidently following the lead of Phil Gildan, who also married a fellow veteran of the Cambridge lawyer factory last August. Among the attendees were Rob Hoffman, Charlie Jacobs, and JohnBranscum.
Phil was kind enough to come in from the Palm Beach sun to add a few words about three other weddings: Jeff Tepper's in Seattle; Tom Reynolds's somewhere in California; and Jim Payne's in Columbus, Ohio.
There are always more of these altared states to report, so I'll have to push some back for the time being in favor of other news.
On the rising young professional front, Harry Blakeley has been promoted at Arthur Andersen, that international giant of public accounting and consulting. Harry is slated to move up to manager, from which post he will advise and confuse a bevy of manufacturing types from his command module in Boston.
Likewise climbing the vocational vines is David Frassinelli, who has been engaged in some serious construction management while attending Fairfield University in pursuit of the elusive finance master's degree. White collars and academic robes have not separated David from the rank 'n file, however; he is a trustee for the Connecticut Carpenters Health Fund, which handles the insurance needs of five union locals.
John Mott and Hugh Martinez are following their own mix of work and school. Both have enrolled in the "cooperative legal education" program at Northeastern University. That combines something like a year of full-time apprenticeship with two years of debauchery or "academic study" whichever the student prefers.
A few more items, and then I must bid you adieu (and if you up my bid to two dieus, I'll be miffed). Sue Merchant writes that she has just finished up as a groom with the Big Apple Circus. "Yessir," she says, "a college education, and I've been spending 12 or more hours a day shoveling out stalls!" But Sue is trying to work her way into "performer-dom." She's in Hanover for the time being, putting together a clown act for this summer. (No wisecracks, please.)
Steve Sullivan, meanwhile, has been playing the law-clerk card, though I'm told he just left such a slot in a federal judge's Cincinnati office. Steve has supposedly headed for these shining streets of white marble and babbling blowhards. Present company excluded, of course.
And finally, Gary Weiner reports that he's on the way back to Kansas City to help out with his mother's art gallery. Again, Gary's previous activities have been carefully concealed from me - although there are reports that a grand jury is being convened in Miami.
Anyway, my fingers are tired, and my brain hurts. So I'm going away. Pax No Bosco.
A.D ONE THE FIRST REUNION AFTER DARTMOUTH 1981 1986
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