Class Notes

1982

FEBRUARY 1989 Peter Frechette
Class Notes
1982
FEBRUARY 1989 Peter Frechette

Before I begin, please accept my sincerest apologies for last month's failure. There can be no excuses and none will be offered. Of course, if you wish to believe that I was trapped in a snowstorm on top of Mount Ararat and was later held hostage by a traveling pack of migrant wolves, you are free to do so.

However, due to my shortcomings of a month ago, I am free to divulge twice as much information as usual—kind of like Playboy coming out with a double issue. By the way, there is no truth to the rumor that I am the location coordinator for Playboy's upcoming "Women of the Big East" feature.

First stop on our journey across America takes us to the corner state of Maine, where Dave Mayberry is serving as a visiting instructor in modern foreign languages. Dave had been teaching at Dartmouth and traveled with the Dartmouth Russian language program to Leningrad last spring. He has his master's in Slavic from Berkeley and is currently a doctoral candidate.

Slip-sliding over to Vermont, we find Rick Bercuvitz, the consummate obnoxious Canadiens fan. Rick spent the summer crisscrossing the country on the wedding circuit before returning to his home in East Fairfield, just 15 miles from Smuggler's Notch. (All are welcome.) Among the over 500 weddings Rick attended were a couple involving members of The Class. SamCarlson and Linda McGinnis were married in Montana with numerous deities present. Sam and Linda, along with Jill Rizika, are currently finishing up at the Woodrow Wilson School. Rick also found the time to see the uniting of Adam Spindell and Katie Cox in Bodega Bay, Calif. It seems on his return from the Spindell wedding, Rick stopped to pick up a pair of Frenchmen and their power scooters who were planning on crossing the country—much like our hero. Rick drove them in his truck for 500 miles, crossing Nevada in eight days. It turns out the country was a little larger than they thought it would be. More on Rick's trip next month.

Zooming through Boston we find AndyFredbeck in his third year at Harvard Law. Andy spent his summer working for Baker andMcKenzie in both.Chicago and Geneva.

This is too good to pass up. Hugh Rovit, recently graduated from Harvard Business School, is back where he belongs—in New York. And he's found his perfect job. After working for Shearson, Hugh got a position with The Natori Company, designer and manufacturer of lingerie and accessories. No, he's not a model—our loss—but is "currently directing the development of retail stores and joint ventures domestically and abroad."

Last stop on our journey takes us to . the Far West, scenic Honolulu, home of MaryEiser, freshman English professor at the University of Hawaii. Let's let Mary describe her home as we gaze out into the cold of winter. "There is.no snow in Hawaiior at least not where I live. And when it rains, it's usually soft, like mist, and often the sun is still out, and there are rainbows. This, I am sure you will understand, is not rain: the kind of rain that causes your head to muse, as you curl into a Sanborn easy chair, and listen to the drops against the casements. In the last Alumni Magazine, they included, seductively, a picture of old Hanover—do you remember that time of year—maybe in the spring or sometimes in the middle of winter—when there'd be a thaw, and the snow would start to melt, and everybody would run around in their L.L. Bean plastic shoes? The picture captured that and, even though you could not see it, your eye could follow the main street of Hanover up to the Green, and you know what lies beyond: the woods behind the cemetery and Tuck that lead to Ledyard; to the west, Rip Road and those fantastic runs we (did you?) used to take ... The rain and snow is in my bones, not granite ..."

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