1960

156 Overleigh Road Bernardsville, NJ 07924

From all reports, the only way anyone can get tickets to Broadway's smash hit, Les Miserables prior to May 1, 1988 is to attend our collective 50th BIRTHDAY party on April 30, 1988. Chairman MickeyStrauss has arranged for a Saturday matinee performance exclusively for the class of 1960. (Unfilled seats will be made available to the general public, who, undoubtedly, will have to pay scalper prices). So, sign up early. Also, the big mystery to date is the location of the black tie dinner dance to be held at a renowned location. While rumors abound, the inside guesses are concentrating on Liberty Island, where the statue's torch beckons both immigrants and emigrants from Hanover. Don't leave that postcard on your desk gathering dust! Check it, sign it and mail it. We're only 50 once.

Also, for those thinking about attending the Harvard football game on October 17th in Boston, consider the possiblity of also attending the 25th anniversary bash for the Hopkins Center the evening before. More information regarding time and specific place will follow.

In a gesture which I interpret as a breath of fresh air, all class secretaries received a lengthy memo from Jay Heinrichs, the editor of the Alumni Magazine. While many of his questions dealt with mechanics and housekeeping issues, he raised several which are pertinent to you, the readers. I excerpt in part: "What are the most important purposes served by the Class Notes? How should the Notes in the magazine differ from the ones in the newsletters — or should they be identical? If the advantages (of duplicate material) are few, is there any way to coordinate the copy so that the overlap between the two publications is kept to a minimum? How would you like to see the entire magazine improve?" I am taking license to solicit your opinions which, in turn, I will forward to Jay. Consider this. When was the last time anyone in Hanover asked your Opinion about anything?

At 9:00 a.m. on February 15 in Bernardsville, N.J., the temperature was 0 degrees F. It seemed like a good day to go to a canoeing and kayaking show, so we did. At 9:00 p.m., it was time to write this column. It was due in Hanover today. So, with little material in hand, Nancy suggested I call Dave Harrison, the publisher of Canoe Magazine, to find out what was really happening in the world of paddlers. The only substantive thing he could report was that no matter what he published, he got conflicting hate mail. So, he's decided his primary goal is to make people angry with every single issue. Seriously, though, Dave says that after two years of hard work, "the fearfun ratio is starting to reverse itself." Both of his daughters are full-time triathletes, living and training at home. Julie appeared on the cover of Triathlete magazine in February. Whoever would have thought Dave would sire iron women? Their status, however, explains why they are still living at home!

John Goyette's business card has more printed on it than one of those pinheadsize Gettysburg address reproductions. In reality, his New York address is an answering machine backed by a 98-piece symphony and a troupe of dancers. But he must be doing something right, because he was just appointed as consultant for planning and fund-raising to the Newark Performing Arts Corporation, the public-private partnership for the renovation of Newark Symphony Hall and the redevelopment of its environs. If any of you want a definition of "challenge," that is it. Newark, N.J., has been critically ill for many years. In some ways, it makes the South Bronx look good. So, for John to take on this assignment is a credit both to his ability and his past accomplishments, one of which was the recent production and direction of Governor Kean's awards ceremony for distinguished New Jersey citizens (yes, there are a few) in Jnuary.

One of my favorite contributions to Musings started with the words, "My kids call me Mania Marty . I was saddened to learn of Marty Reich's death in January after a valiant bout with cancer. His life exuded love, vitality, constant motion, and a marvelous sense of humor. The earth just slowed down a bit. I extend our sympathy to Susan, his "sweetheart" of over 30 years, and their children, Victoria and Andrew. DonWeitzman is writing Marty's obituary, which will appear later.