1981

Just when you think another year couldn't possibly go by any faster, it does. Incredibly, the time has come to select a new Class Notes Mascot. After a tragically difficult start, Harold Williams has nearly completed his reign with the grace, wit, and patience we all knew he had in him. Somewhere. Now, you, the readers, get to pick Harold's successor. Talk about democracy! The rales are simple: Send me the name of a classmate, with some appropriately lurid details about his/her job, family, condo, dog, etc. And explain why you think he/she will uphold the principles exemplified by Harold or, failing that, by Al Greenstein.

If your response is as overwhelming as it was last year, I will end up choosing the 1990 Class Notes Mascot by myself. I have spent the better part of the summer agonizing over this prospect, and have compiled a slate of contingency Mascot candidates. It includes Ted Hibben, who lives in a purple house in Cambridge, runs marathons, and buys things for Millard Metals Co. Ted, I believe, would be ideal for the job, except he would never again take me fishing off the Cape.

I've considered, too, Peter Duprey. Peter, apparently a student of the Matt Joyner School of Class Secretary Diplomacy, has consistently barred me from saying any- thing about him or his high-powered trading job at Bank of Boston. But I might,

How about Pilar Esperon? She's spent the last two years in Manhattan, working entirely too hard (and she knows it) in First Boston's public finance department. I may be forced to elect Pilar unless she cuts her work week to less than 300 hours.

Mark Mutuschak would be an honorable choice. He was just elected to a junior partnership at Hale and Dorr in Boston. Mark is pretty much set for life now. He and Julie Stiles Matuschak, as mentioned previously in this space, live in Marblehead. Nicholas, their son, has elected to continuing living with them.

In any other year, John Scott would be a shoe-in. He is author of Dead Base, which the Boston Globe calls "the first comprehensive database on the [Grateful] Dead." As of a year ago, it had sold 2,000 copies. John's son, Scott, okayed the project: "He doesn't speak English yet," said John. "But he can sort of hum the words to 'Good Lovin.'"

Now, a serious appeal. I've been doing this secretary thing for two years. As of right now, I've written about 159 of you/us. (Yes, I really did go through and count them all.) The problem is, I'm starting to see a lot of repeat customers. Ask yourself: How often do I really want to read about Al Greenstein? Or Pat Berry (who, as you should know by now, is organizing our pseudo- 10th Reunion next June, to which every one of you must come)?

What I want to know is, what's happened to Nancy Kopsco? Where is Greg Federspiel? For which Chicago law firm is LizKeppler toiling? Actually, I know most of this already—the point is, you're supposed to tell me. Remember, these are the participative, interactive Class Notes, ana they get boring if you have to read about the same 159 (well, now it's 162) people all the time. Send Mascot nominations now. Send news. Send the very best.

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