1973

Every morning Warren Jurovaty looks out a window and down from the hills of Westwood to choose between traffic on Route 128 a short incremental walk from Back Bay Station on his way to John Hancock Properties Inc. at Copley Place. Lately the commuter train has been winning and I have run into him on several runs. Though he really enjoys managing Hancock's real estate acquisition in the western U.S., Warren also talked enthusiastically about family, which for him and Diane means their seven- and nine-year-old sons. Diane, an R.N., maintains flexibility by practicing on a contract basis. They spend a lot of time camping at Storrs Pond, and Warren is overjoyed that the boys are now sold on Dartmouth.

John W. Wright, who many will remember as "J. Wright," has been elected Senior VP at The New England here in Boston and is now responsible for sales of group pension and group life and health insurance. He has only been with The New England since 1989, so he must be a quick study.

Bob Glovsky, our beloved class VP, sent me an excerpt from the February issue of Financial Planning Magazine, including the cover which featured his and nine other mug shots. His explanation managed to exhibit a little false humility: "This will bring you up to date a little bit on what I am doing. As you can see from the cover, the magazine picked "Ten Star Planners" for the 19905. I am not sure how it happened, but it is clear that the competition must be pretty thin." I can't really tell you how Glover compares to the other ninesince he only sent me his write-up—but I must admit he sounds impressive. The excerpt traced his progress from tax attorney at Coopers & Lybrand to founder of Glovsky, McGeehan & Cos., chairman-elect of the Board of Examiners of the IBCFP (International Brotherhood of Crazed Financial Planners?), and head of Boston University's educational program for financial planners, the seventh largest in the country. By his own definition, "The financial planner is akin to the old GP of medicine. You spend your time as a counselor who can bring together different specialists, rather than as a technician." (Sorry for the occasional cheap shot, Bob, but do you think maybe you could have trusted me without the underlining and the yellow highlighter?)

My old friend Val Armento has been busy climbing literary and legal ladders. During last fall's San Mateo County Fair, she won the Carl Sandburg Award in a poetry contest which draws its entries from around the world. Then, on January 2, she turned to new challenges as City Attorney of Sunnyvale, Calif. Sunnyvale has about 120,000 people and a larger staff than her old post in South San Francisco. Val now manages three attorneys but claims that the real challenge comes in achieving computer literacy and in coping with her high tech office. It seems she is now the prisoner of sensor-driven lights which telegraph taxpayer alerts by shutting off whenever she stops to think between words at the PC.

I have saved the best for last—a welcome note from my old roommate which I happily share:

"Caren Diefenderfer and DavidRobertson are proud and happy to announce the arrival of Mark Diefenderfer Robertson into their family. Mark was born January 21, 1991, and, thanks to a courageous birthmother and birthfather, was placed with Caren and David for adoption the moment he was born."

I can't think of a better reason for a chorus of "Men of Dartmouth."

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