1980

When he's not selling balloon catheters for Advanced Cardiovascular Systems of Menlo Park, Calif., Drew Dougherty is being his usual daredevil self. He recendy scaled California's Mt. Whitney, the highest peak in the continental United States. By his own admission, Drew has more trouble at sea level. On a recent afternoon, Drew took his son Brooks fishing. After the boat hit rough seas, Drew spent most of his time sprawled in a heap over its side. Brooks was confused. Thinking his father was a beached tuna, and abiding his dad's instructions to "catch and release," Brooks spent the rest of the afternoon trying to throw his dad back in.

Winston Hutchins just can't seem to keep himself out of this column. First he sent postcards. The he clogged up my answering machine, so I switched to voice mail. Then, a birth announcement arrived. Winston is the proud father of a little boy. But not just any little boy. This one is headed for stardom, at least that's what his name would indicate. Harrison Hutchins is already slotted for his first feature role as a curious toddler who sets off in search of a solid gold pacifier with mystical powers. Raiders of the Lost Crib. Coming soon to theaters everywhere.

Scott Bechler is an accommodating guy, the kind of guy who will run ahead to tie his shoe so he doesn't slow you down. Becks was resting comfortably in his Denver hot tub last July when his boss at IBM called to offer him a new job. Unable to resist the urge to accommodate, Becks threw a dozen white shirts in his suitcase, packed up a couple of navy suits, and hopped the next plane to Dallas. Becks is now one of three regional managers in Dallas.

David Bumpstead headed out to the Telluride Bluegrass Festival last June with high hopes. He got even more than he had hoped for. Four days of cloudless skies. James Taylor, Mary Chapin Carpenter, The Flecktones. A camp site on the San Miguel River. All in the prettiest town he'd ever seen. Bump summed it up in typically understated fashion, "It's the greatest thing I've ever done." I don't know about that, but it certainly beats writing briefs in the library at White & Case, the New York law firm where Bump toils.

Also travelling to Telluride this summer was Rick Brooke. Rick spends his full time minding the Kobe beef and other prime cuts at Keene's Chop House, of which he is part owner, on Manhattan's west side. But he spends his part-time on his first love, film. Rick cut his teeth at the Dartmouth Film Society. Each fall, he spends his labor day weekend helping to administer the Telluride Film Festival.

About Erica Egan Yogi Berra might have said, "Even when you know where she is, you can't find her." Erica is working with Unicef in Maputo, Mozambique. That didn't mean much to me either until I consulted my Time/ Life Atlas, free with a year's subscription. Maputo is the capital of Mozambique. It sits on the Indian Ocean just north of Swaziland and west of South Africa.

In 1988, "no net loss of wetlands" was George Bush's environmental cry. Taking a cue from our president, Paul Susca, a graduate student at Antioch College and a member of the Rindge, N.H., planning board, has adopted his own catch phrase: "no net 1055... of granite."

These days, you've got to get up pretty early to keep up with Ty Anderson. Our roving reporter informs us that Ty is a regular on the 6:41 from Old Greenwich, Conn., to Grand Central. Ty is chief credit officer at County Natwest Bank, where he makes sure that the bank makes no loans.

Ty may have it rough, but you've really got to feel for Al Daigneault. For almost nine months, Al has been commuting weekly between his home in Chicago and the Stamford, Conn., office of GE Capital. Come on, GE, give the guy a break.

Wade Herring is still his informative self. Wade wrote to tell me that in the course of making phone calls for the Alumni Fund, he came across Lisa Istorico. Lisa and her husband, Nick, are resident physicians at the University of Arkansas Hospital in Fayetteville. Nick and Lisa are headed for Birmingham, where they will complete their residencies. And I am outta here.

Daniel Zenkel, 61 Strawberry Woods, Stamford, CT 06902