1973
Lately I feel more and more like something out of the Time-Life series on mysticism. Not having heard from anyone directly this month, I reverted to my old technique of dialing for news. The process involves opening an inch-thick phone list at random and calling someone we haven't heard from in a while. I did that for my first call and then remembered it would be nice if I tried to follow up on Tom Helrich's list of requests. So I grabbed my notes from last month to see who was first, and spookily enough it was StevePerry, with whom I had just spoken. My subconscious might have helped me pick Steve's name over eleven others on the page, but I'm still trying to figure out how my hand opened the list to the right page in the first place. I almost called Steve back, thinking the Ph.D. in education and psychology which he collected from the University of Michigan soon after Dartmouth might help explain it.
Steve settled in Ann Arbor, working for a few years as a school psychologist and then becoming principal of a county school for emotionally-impaired children. Steve and wife Brenda have two sons, Luke 12 and Clayton 9. Brenda is working on a master's in accounting this year, on her way to a C.P.A.
I tried a few more classmates on Tom's list without any luck—hope some of you will take a minute to drop me a note—and then caught Chip Sleeper at home with son Lydon, who is "about to be ten and great." Chip and Lydon spend a lot of time in Vermont with Chip's folks, which allows Chip to do some "serious bike riding" and to continue playing golf "badly and avidly." In between, Chip is one of three partners in the advertising agency of Grace and Rothschild, with clients such as Range Rover and J&B Scotch. The partners divide their workload between art, copy, and "all else," which is Chip. Somehow I knew he would be the account-manager type.
Chip asked for news of Fred Frawleywhom, alas, I could not reach (call us, Fred!) and offered tidbits on several others: New York still loves Barry Grove, whom Chip sees frequently (check your May '91 issue); VandyVan Wagener has gone off to Singapore as general manager for Proctor and Gamble; and John Lyons, sighted last year at Chas Carter '74's wedding, is a "hot shot lawyer in L.A." and "a killer in the courtroom."
Ron Tigner returned my phone call made to Macon, Ga. where he no longer lives from Cleveland, Ohio, where he was just visiting. The visit was with Eddie Johnson and Nels Armstrong '71. Nels was about to fly off to Russia, for reasons tied somehow to his work as director of alumni and parent relations at Case Western.
Ron spent quite a few years fast-tracking around the country as an economic development consultant for a Washington, D.C., firm, before deciding to organize his life for the law degree he always wanted. In '86 he moved to Macon as director of economic development for that city and two years later enrolled at the Walter F. George School of Law at Mercer University in Macon. The J.D. came through this May, and in June Ron began working as minority counsel for the House Committee on Small Business back in D.C., where it all began. Somehow he has managed to stay single but claims that he is not adverse to settling down and that, according to popular theory, Washington is a good place to find a wife. Good luck on all fronts, Ron!
Donna Ferretti Tihalas, 10 Lantern Lane, Easton, MA 02375
