1984

Hello, sports fans, and welcome back to the Alumni Magazine. I hope your summer was as productive as mine was; I finally collected the last pieces for my Civil War chess set. Now all I have to do is figure out how you play the game. I never can remember: can the horse go up two and over one, up one and over two, or wherever he wants to (as my brother claims).

While I was busy putting the final touches on my chess set, you people were not sleeping. Well, you were probably sleeping, just not all the time. What I mean to say is that you were doing things. How do I know what you were up to? Simple. I went to an Alumni Fund Telethon. Those of you I got in touch with heard my novel plea, "Either you donate to the Alumni Fund, or I put your name in the AlumniMagazine." Well, I was only kidding, of course. Even if you did pledge money, I'm still going to write about you. Here goes:

Thane Russell works in Canada, one hour southwest of Edmonton, where he is a petroleum engineer for Texaco. Thane's greatest pleasure is playing golf. I don't know that there is a whole lot else to do out there. I understand that there's a 45,000- foot, par 140 first hole at his country club. As usual, classmates finding themselves in that part of the Northern Hemisphere are welcome to drop in.

The latest craze in the class is "name-changing." Our classmates continue to do it in astounding numbers. Gail ChiconeRichards is, as her name suggests, married. She is attending Northeastern University at night to get a master's in technical writing. Her husband is an '85 who is at present unnamed. Whether this is due to Gail's wishes (unlikely) or my filing system (slightly more likely), is unknown. Her exfreshman year roommate, Jonna KirchnerSinclair, is, as her name does not necessarily suggest, graduating from law school.

Those of you looking to get in touch with Anne Ulrich have got it all wrong. As of this moment, you should begin looking for Anne Farmer. Anne (at least that part didn't change) is selling medical software.

These name changes, while interesting, and for the most part, true, pale by comparison to the granddaddy of them all. I am of course referring to the case of J. NunoPedro Tavares. First, a little background information. Nuno was married on June 7, 1985 at the top of Baker Tower. While I'm sure that the wedding was beautiful (guess who wasn't invited), Nuno wanted more. So, he did what many of you who marry do: he changed his name. No longer is he J. Nuno; from here on in he is Max Rayner. Anyway, Max is going to UCLA Business School in the fall. He is currently working for the Hopkins Institute. Boy, doesn't that bring back memories. The good old Hopkins Institute. At first I didn't quite remember what it was, but now I've got it. That's the place where they served the great chicken burgers. And all those movies that showed at the Film Society. Boy, I miss that place.

Scott Hoffman is engaged to Rena Sterman. They have no date set yet for the wedding, but I'm pretty sure I'm getting invited to this one. I mean, Scott was my roommate and all. If Scott is unsure about inviting me, and he'd be crazy if he wasn't, I have just the ticket to cure his fears. After all, I attended the wedding of Phil Ferneau and Lisa Lelli at the University of Virginia. I have in my possession a letter from Phil certifying that I was an excellent guest. To wit, I was polite, charming, ate all my vegetables, and did not throw any dinner rolls out of the six-foot cage in which I sat. This should calm not only Scott, but anyone who isn't sure whether they want me at their wedding. I will gladly furnish references upon request to anyone who is thinking of inviting me to their nuptials.

Lisa Simone is currently working for Shearson. She is planning to attend business school in the fall. Lisa agreed to give a large percentage of her future earnings for the rest of her life if I promised not to write any more about her. Lisa did say that I could tell that Julie Walsh is married to Jim Glennon '82. I'm not sure if we can still call her Julie Walsh, or Julie Glennon, or perhaps we call him Jim Walsh? I guess we just wait until they call us.

Well, I've got plenty of other names from my nights at the Alumni Fund Telethon. More than I could possibly use in one column. So, if you feared seeing your name this month and it didn't appear, don't sleep easy yet. I still have those scraps of paper with your names on them somewhere. And there is another column to be written next month. See you then. Sweet dreams.

1 Cindy Court Melville, NY 11747