1983

In Coral Gables, Fla., Guy Rasco was feeling perplexed and looking angrily through his closet. "Do-dagga-dagga-dagga do... he hummed, a curious rendition of the theme from "Miami Vice." "I don't have any clean white suits to go with my white Trans Am." Sitting on a white couch in a white room, a friend tried to catch up with Guy, defender of truth, justice, and the Miami way. "I'm a lawyer specializing in business-related litigation" (read: money laundering), related Guy. As for social matters? "A stewardess flew me to London. But it's nothing serious." With that, the aspiring vice squad member departed, a shimmering image on a warm Florida morning.

Mike Golub is on a mission. The selfproclaimed World's Greatest New York Mets Fan has emerged intact in the Bay Area, working for the Oakland Coliseum and trying to resurrect pro football. "Stabler, Branch, Biletnikoff, 'Tooz ... ," he murmurs dreamily, thinking about days of old. In addition to football planning, Globby also sets up concerts for the Coliseum. Readers who know and love this sports and entertainment aficionado will agree: this is a perfect job for Mike. Readers who don't will whine, "What's he doing in sports with a Stanford M.B.A.?" and, "Why is Johnson writing about another Alpha Chi?" Mike and I have given the matter some thought. He says, "Hey, it's a lot more productive than a guy who trades T-bills all day." I say, easy, Mike. That's what I do. Also, he makes a good copy, in contrast to Jack Campbell, Connie Craig, Michelle Ott, and Ken Weinstein, who never write me.

These bulletins just in: Julie Keegan will have a new baby by the time you read this. Nancy Bick just opened a dude ranch in Montana, and Mac Gardner joined a country club where red-checkered pants are a prerequisite to admittance. I also know that John Hall is into something strange and weird in New York (which is not unusual), and may also have a significant other (which would be highly unusual). Talk to me, John.

"Expect the unexpected," says Chuck Ennis, now a co-owner of the nascent Hub Club in Boston. "We don't want anyone to peg us." Indeed, it is difficult to accurately describe Chuck's latest venture. The Boston Globe reports that the club exudes "cool chic and an uptown New Wave flair ... a dance spot with palladian windows, vaulted ceilings, and marble staircases." The emphasis is clearly on the unique: there is a male mannequin in the ladies restroom. Well, Boston can always use a new approach. The Hub Club, says the Globe, is definitely worth a visit.

I was delighted to see Carey Wilson featured in The New York Times sports pages. In case you missed it, Carey was traded to the New York Rangers in December, scored ten points in his first four games, and is a key reason why the Rangers seem poised to avoid their annual spring swoon this year. Hockey junkies tell me that in Carey's first full season in the NHL, he set a Calgary Flames rookie scoring record with 72 points, including 24 goals. And Dr. Wilson has completed pre-med studies and is pursuing an M.D. by taking summer courses in Hanover. Carey is married to Joan and has a daughter named Kendall. Other than that, not much else is happening. ,

I'd like to wish everyone a happy spring and remind you that time grows short for Eric Grubman '84. Stop reading his column and start writing me.

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