1981

I've yet to hear a peep from Nancy Kopsco, Greg Federspiel, or Liz Keppler, and the Mascot-o-meter is twitching ominously in their directions. This is your last chance, friends: Submit nominations for 1990 Class Notes Mascot by midnight tomorrow, or suffer the inevitably incongruous consequences of my not inconsiderable wrath.

I would have resigned myself to devoting an entire column to Harold Williams this month, except (a) Harold isn't returning my repeated and urgent phone messages ana, (b) I just heard several incredible-but-true stories about other people.

Some of this came via Nick Carr, who, as newly named public relations director of the consulting firm Temple, Barker & Sloane, is always and forever treating me to lavish expense account luncheons. Nick and Andy Churchill catapulted to national prominence of sorts last week when they jammed live with Mick Jagger. Nick swears this is true. Nick and Andy, with Mark Robinson '83 and Greg Goulette '79, were hanging out by their Winnebago before the start of the Stones concert outside Boston. Andy, recently divorced from the Boston band Blood Orange, was banging a wood block, Mark pounding an electric keyboard; the four started into "You Can't Always Get What You Want." In the middle of the first verse, a red van pulls up, and out jumps a video cameraman and Mick. (Yes, really. I couldn't make this up if I tried.) Mick takes over lead vocals for the second and third verses, and an understandably stunned Nick sings background. The song ends, the guys rap, Mick drives off.

The aftermath: Nick, Andy, and the boys make brief appearances on MTV and in the Boston Globe. And the next time Andy calls, Nick's four-year-old daughter, Nora, asks, "Is that Mick?"

I bet I could stop right here and you'd go away happy. But there's more—much more—courtesy of the Pittsburgh Press, which generously detailed the heroics of Bob Higgins. Bob, chief resident of surgery at Presbyterian-University Hospital, was running a 10K road race this September when a man ahead of him fell with cardiac arrest. Bob and his fiancee, Molly Curran (a nurse at the same hospital), gave the guy CPR, heart massage, and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The man made it, and Bob finished the race in a sprightly 80 minutes. Said he: "Where was I going to go? I was closer to the finish line than anywhere else."

There's still more—although by now, Jens Larson's life may come as a letdown. Which is amazing, because Jens is performing circus theatrics for a living. He's headlining in San Francisco with the Pickle Family Circus, doing a rings and balancing act that, according to an actual witness, is terrifying if not downright death-defying. Jens toured with the Royal Lichtenstein Quarter Ring and Sidewalk Circus, then joined the Big Apple Circus before moving west.

That's it. Think reunion. Ten (okay, nine) big ones. June 15 to 17. You're coming, right? Thought so.

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