1980

Tales from the Crypt, Volume XII, Chapter 1. Dateline: Thriving Metropolis. With cub reporter Jimmy Olsen on the D.L. busy chasing unconfirmed sightings of the Invisible Man, Perry White didn't know where to turn for his cover story. At long last, the fax beeped and out popped Winston Hutchins's first lead. "Dave MacAllaster Lives!" shouted the headline. The story began rather demurely: "I ran into David 'Harvey' MacAllaster a few weeks back. A Wall Streeter, he is doing a lot of empirical research into the MacAllaster Curve, which tracks a bearish Dow by inverse analysis of Jack Daniels sales in his neighborhood. He is awash in evidence." Sir Winston submitted his missive from the sparsely forested and thickly snowed slopes of Alta, Utah. He had staged his own version of the "Blizzard of Aahs" on various double black diamond runs. Siskel and Ebert: "Tvo thumbs up."

Twisted Sister: Fresh from the left coast comes word that Eric Clow is keeping the ball rolling at Hewlett-Packard in Cupertino, Calif. Credit Merle Adelman, the Wayne Gretsky of first class mail, with the news assist. Merle, you may recall from earlier Tales, is a communications manager with HP in Andover, Mass. She writes that Eric is a strategic area regional vice president responsible for sectional key account deployment and administration. Merle is concerned about Eric's sporting neighbors to the near north, the San Francisco Giants of baseball fame. With the Giants off to a slow start this season and cool, raw weather commonplace at their home park, attendance has understandably been low. Intent on catching a recent game in bone-chilling Candlestick Park, Eric calls the Giants hotline to query "What time is the game tonight?" A pause. Then a hopeful voice on the other end of the line asks, "When can you make it?"

The Bells are Ringing for Me and My Gal: Congratulations, felicitations, and perfect scores from the European judges to ChuckBlades, who married Miss Amy Brown on May 25 in Williamsville, N.Y. An attorney in Cedar Rapids, lowa, Chuck is putting the finishing touches on a script that the Neilson folks would love, "Blades Meets Blades." Amy is a professional figure skater and coach. All that training came in handy. Wearing white satin, the bride moved flawlessly through the compulsories and finished the first dance with an astounding jump split and double axle. Look for the mini-series "Blades Squared."

Perusing a recent copy of American Lawyers, I stumbled upon a juicy nugget. Hard between such features as "Billable Timing Your Way to a Comfortable Retirement" and "Tort for Fun and Profit," was the happy news that Mike Shor had been named a partner at Arnold and Porter in Washington, D.C. (home of some of the best men money can buy). Mike practices primarily in the areas of international law and litigation. Long before Operation Desert Storm, from 1984 to 1986, he served as a legal assistant on the Iran-United States Claim Tribunal at the Hague, Netherlands, where he advised U.S. arbitrators. Remem- ber when Iran was the bad guy in the Middle East? Did you ever think you'd see the day when you'd miss the Ayatollah? He also found Amsterdam terribly convenient for weekend road-trips ("Disney World for Adults," he reminisced). And the natives took no exception to his "Go Get 'Em, Ollie" T-shirt.

Keeping his megabytes in line in Boston is Mike Woodward, who is working for Putnam Securities. In a cybernetic world L. Ron Hubbard might well have envisioned, Mike develops and sets up Putnam's M.I.S. systems. As a high level systems analyst, Mike is pulled and challenged in many ways. "Fortunately," Mike says, "the politicians in Massachusetts keep me amused. Just the other day Ted Kennedy hung a new sign on the front gate of the family compound: 'Trespassers will be violated.'"

Until we meet again, take no prisoners.

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