1983

872 Massachusetts Avenue #307 Cambridge, MA 02139

"The West...is... the... best..."- J. Morrison

Lured on by The Doors and disbelief, seven of us found our cowboy boots, filled our knapsacks with buckshot and wheatflour, saddled up, and caught a plane to Santa Fe, N.M. There, inexplicably, was JoeKirby, resurrected after four years in the military underworld and somewhat ready to take his marriage vows. Joe will be in San Bernardino, Calif., working as a district manager for PepsiCo. Michael Jackson and Joe . . . here indeed is the apotheosis of advertising. I have one serious medical casualty to report. Marc Ericksen will undoubtedly tell you that the reason his right shoulder is in a cast is because he hurt it playing football for Joe Paterno at Penn State. While Marc does reside at State College, Pa., he's booking for his master's in geology. We were playing Marco Polo in the Santa Fe Hilton's pool and Marc, dogpaddling desperately to avoid being tagged, managed to dislocate his shoulder. It has been a difficult six months for Mr. Ericksen: robbed in New York in July, injured in Santa Fe, and careening wildly towards an academic apocalypse as mid-term exams approached in November.

The one guest at Santa Fe worth mentioning (because you are tired of hearing about everyone else who was there), is JohnLeonard. John has been accumulating all sorts of investment knowledge in Houston, Tex., and is now well on his way to becoming a bonafide portfolio manager. He is also one of the few people I know who isn't hypnotized by sexy investment vehicles like LBOs, naked-call options, portfolio insurance, and two-beta hedge ratios. John buys IBM and Ford. On a really wild day, he'll sell GM. the result is no gray hair, no dark circles under the eyes, and no friendship with Greg Curhan, who likes to deal, deal!, deal!! for Montgomery Securities on the West Coast.

Mark Howard-Johnson finally ended his 57-month engagement to Robin Flynn, was married on Cape Cod, and whisked his happy bride off to Bermuda, just in time to meet Hurricane Emily. Bob Goldman, 24 hours later, said "Yes" to Barbara Wasserman, spent two weeks in a Hawaiian paradise, and then returned to the world of legal briefs, law reviews, and licentious litigation in the Big Apple. As before, I would remind you all that Bob is chairing our Fifth Reunion committee. Please take your highlighters, magic-markers, or whatever and block off June 17-19, 1988. You are in for a great time.

Errata Dept.: I owe Mike Behn an apology. He didn't graduated from New England Law School—it was Northeastern Law. Or was it Northwestern? At any rate, Mike's now clerking for a federal judge in Vermont, was scheduled to marry a "lovely union lawyer" soon, and is vacillating between Maine, Europe, Vermont, and Washington, D.C., before selecting a permanent home.

Steve Lane (married to Lelia Banevicius '84) is the proud father of a baby girl, born in May! William Chapman III was married on May 30 to Deborah Czina, and then received his M.D. (with honors) from Dartmouth Med two weeks later. And Mary andEric Sachsse have re-descended upon the Hanover Plain, Mary an assistant director at the Capital Giving Office, and Eric slugging it out at Tuck.

Rick Watts, whom I fondly recall as being the primary cause behind my freshman year academic collapse, was apparently frighteningly close in Boston, working as a real estate appraiser, but is now journeying around the world, girlfriend alongside, seeking new horizons, hunting for unsuspecting beer pong victims. Leighton Chan, out at UCLA Med School, is midway through year #2. Diana Goodman, Harvard M.B.A. in hand, traveled to Asia last summer before heading for General Foods in New York. And Ellen Olmstead is hard at work in Cambridge doing various community improvement projects (such as teaching English to foreigners) and other similar admirable deeds.

I will close with this dispatch from StacyHenderson. After studying in China for two years, Stacy launched her own company specializing in small investment projects, import and export, and consulting. And she's still putting together cultural exchange projects as a continuation of the work she did for a foundation in New York. Oh, yes, Stacy's also married to Paul Condrell (Columbia Law '87). Paul fights off hostile takeover bids for his wife's company.