1977

Al this time; can you tell we've been taking turns? Check out the semantics. Susan Dentzer, writes The New York Times, is "affianced." (One wishes the language had a more expressive verb for spring engagements.) Charles Alston of Greensboro, N.C., and she will wed in September; they met while both were Nieman Fellows at Harvard, roughfy a year ago. Susan confirmed the news in person during Class Officers Weekend in April, and gave an out standing speech before the assemblage as well.

Amy Cammann Cholnoky missed that April weekend, but had an excuse. Katherine Grace was born to Amy and husband John '80, giving son J.B. a chance to practice brotherhood, sooner rather than later.

Mark Pruner was appointed to the newly-created position of counsel for Bridgeport (Conn.) Hydraulic Co. in January; prior to joining BHC, Mark served as assistant counsel and assistant secretary for Felmont Oil Corp. of Stamford, Conn.

Another Mark has made his. Mark Farnham is the new mayor of Lebanon, N.H. His expertise and diplomacy will be tested early, with the move of Mary Hitchcock Memorial Hospital from Hanover to their town.

In April we were in California, to speak to some of the Dartmouth (Society of) Engineers located in Silicon Valley. Met KipSides there, who's now with Honeywell in the Bay Area. Kip and Bill Davidow '58 discussed wind-surfing on the Bay, including the 'water-start' technique (did I get it right?), necessary when high winds force one into a small board, not buoyant enough to support the surfer's weight and allow a standing start. If I sound confused, it's because I've never (interesting verb coming) wind-surfed; hard to do while walking a one-year-old in a backpack, which is about the extent of my exercise. We rendezvoused with Edy Ullman and husband Bruce Gorden for a hike in Muir Woods; they anticipate an active fire season, since CA is experiencing a drought for the second year. Rika Pierson Clement and husband Bill '79 had their second girl, Emma, while we were there. Bill passed his Ph.D. quals in geophysics at Stanford this past winter, so they've reached several milestones. (Forgot to ask Rika when she goes back to her part time development job with Stanford's libraries.) We couldn't miss dim sum in the City (the Real City!), and joined Bob Rennicks for a Sunday Chinese brunch. Bob anticipates finishing his Ph.D. in comp lit at Berkeley in the next year or so, then moving to a teaching position at a small college.

This one hurts. The death of a friend and close acquaintance seems to be, in our culture and at our age, cause for sadness and reflection; so I've been spending time the past two weeks reflecting on Rick Angulo, who died from leukemia in May. Being a professor at the College, now and then I see students who have that despondent look about them: it's all too much of a burden. I recall being in such a state every so often as a student myself. But crossing paths with Rick, resplendant in his never-say-die smile, always upbeat and genuinely cheer ful, the mood would pass. It strikes me now, that's one right way to think of Rick: by his smile.

'Til next time.

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