1984

In the news this month, a letter reached me from Janice Tower (nee Tanaka), who currently resides in her hometown of Anchorage, Alaska. Janice is working to help end muscular dystrophy. In the meantime, Janice and Steve have decided to add another plate to the dinner table. For those of you who didn't pick up on what I'm saying, Janice is not inviting yours truly to dinner (if this were the case, we would say: "They have decided to let the property value of their house plunge through the depths of hell"). What I'm trying to tell you is that she is pregnant. The baby is due at the end of July.

I got a strange letter from Eric Dezenhall. The letter itself was okay, but the strange part is that Eric lives three blocks from me, and sees me once a week. Anyway, Eric wanted me to tell you that he works for Needham something ad agency. This ad agency seems to be so busy swallowing up smaller agencies that it doesn't even have a name anymore. Now, I'm not in the business, but don't you think that an ad agency should be able to come up with a name for itself? Eric has graciously lent them the use of his name for as long as they need it.

Mara Rudman has recently returned from a trip to Israel, where she was studying the plight of the Palestinians living on the West Bank. She is now writing her memoirs from the trip, and I expect that I will be asked to ghost-write: her autobiography for her. Mara is back in Washington, where she runs the federal government.

While Mara has returned to the U.S., Gretchen Booma has left for the Far East, where she is teaching English and opening a chain of fast food restaurants.

Medical school continues to attract scores of '84s. Finally succumbing to the allure of lifelong indebtedness is Lisa Leffert, who will start medical school in the fall in some school in Boston. I predict that at our 50th reunion, someone will come up to me and say, "Hey, guess who's starting med school in the fall?"

Several months ago, I ran into MaiteBonis in Washington, and she begged me not to put anything in my column about her. So I waited. I waited a few months, until I thought she was sure I had forgotten about her. Until now. No, Maite, I didn't forget about you after all this time. However, I did forget whatever it was you told me you were doing.

A grand assemblage of Dartmouth people celebrated the wedding of Lee Ann Quarterman and FordAllen '84, son of Cliff Allen '56, January 17 in Wayne, Pa.

1 Cindy Court Melville, NY 11747