1981

San Francisco Greetings from the City by the Bay, site of this column's first-ever West Coast Live Special Report. Admit it now, you're impressed, right? Well, okay, don't be too impressed. I mean, don't go overboard. Once again, I am living a horrible lie: I write this column not from the City by the Bay, but from my lonely office in a dark corner of Beantown. The editors of this magazine, callous and unreasonable as they are, cruelly revoked my request for West Coast travel privileges. I do promise, however, to imagine what it would be like to be reporting live from the City by the Bay, which will be, I believe, almost as good.

If I really were in sunny California, I would tell you about all of Chris Blaski's friends. All of Chris Blaski's friends are out here doing really amazing things while Chris slaves away and has no fun at all at Dartmouth Med School. It is very sad.

Take Mary Favret. Mary has been at Stanford for the last 130 years or so, finishing her Ph.D. in English literature, and in June she finally did. So this fall, she will journey to Bloomington, Ind., to join the faculty of the University of Indiana as assistant professor. She'll teach a course on the gothic novel, which is her thing, and run 50 miles a day, and generally abuse freshman and stuff.

Then there's Lynette Eubanks, who got herself married to an excellent fellow named Jim Marshall last November in Nyack, N.Y. Lynette works at a Spanish-language television station in Oakland (across the water from this, the City by the Bay), but there is talk that she and Jim are considering a move to the City by the East River sometime soon.

Cindy Greco, yet another of Chris Blaski's friends having more fun than Chris, engaged in nuptials (that's professional wedding journalist talk), too. She married Brett Herr this past April in the City by the Bay. Incredibly, Al Greenstein was invited to this ceremony, and he promises to supply this magazine a particularly embarrassing photo of Pilar Esperon taken during the frolicking that weekend. The Herr/Grecos became an item while clerking for the same S.F. law firm during a law school summer, and now they're bom full-fledged attorneys.

And Tori McGeer has fled Toronto (the City Dangerously Near Detroit) for a happening summer at U.Cal.-Berkeley. There, she's working on her thesis for a Ph.D. in philosophy.

The big news this month is, I have decided to select a successor to A] Greenstein as the 1988-89 official Class Notes mascot. Al, who resides in stately Menlo Park, has been very patient about this for an entire year, and now he is a folk hero at age 29. The great part about this is, you all get to nominate candidates for the job. Just send me the name of a deserving classmate, along with a succinct, pithy explanation of why you think this person has what it takes to uphold the principles exemplified in the last year by Al Greenstein. Anyone named in this month's column should consider himself or herself a nominee. And Al himself is, of course, eligible for renomination by popular acclaim (or, failing that, if I feel like it). Send those nominations. Al's waiting.

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