1989

I find that I have two modes of Dartmouth memory. One is a liquid omnipresence in my mind, the "sense of place," if you will; the other is represented by capsules of interaction with specific people at isolated moments in time. Some classmates I met only once, and some not at all, but it surprises and gratifies me whenever I chance upon a "memory pocket." For November I give thanks to the following letter-writers and their corresponding trap-doors into the past:

Thanks to Doug Anderson, who will be forever sitting in Professor Mary Kelley's living room during my final freshman seminar presentation, for which I'd assumed the persona of Ayn Rand, down to the accent and objectivist fervor, in order to debate the ideas of John Humphrey Noyes, a 19th-century utopist. Noyes was no-no for Doug, who shrugged his shoulders and stated, "I agree with absolutely everything Rand says." Seven years later, Doug has graduated from the University of Chicago Law School and has been clerking for Federal Judge Frank Easterbrook since August. He shall continue working in Chicago at either Kirkland & Ellis or Barack, Ferrazzano.

From time to time he sees Millie Bahn, whose archetypical pose in my memory places her between Topliff and the Hop, clad in a navy blue (Michigan?) sweatshirt, clutching her clarinet case. Vintage freshman fall. Also an alum of that same 'shmen seminar, Millie now has plans to pursue a graduate degree in comparative literature at U. of Chicago.

Chris Kagy glows in my memory like a Mac screen, for it was on "XYZ" that I encountered him in the guise of "Mixer." (That was you, wasn't it? Didn't we have plans to reveal our identities at Full Fare?) Chris is working in D.C. at AMIDEAST, an educational, not-forprofit organization. Sponsored by USAID, Chris's project is to secure job-training opportunities for Middle-Easterners who are funded by the Thomas Jefferson Fellowship program. A recent scenario required Chris to find someone to interpret between spoken English and signed Arabic.

Thanks to Amy Holden, who reigns supreme as the queen of uplifting Freshmen Book photos. A cheerfully tossed head and frolicksome smile amidst the rest of us in plastered coifs and plastic grins, I liked to think of Amy as an old chum, even though I didn't meet her in 3-D until senior year. She's presently an administrator at MlT—maybe with that introduction, she'll write with more details. Also logging time at MIT is Andy Karson, whose studies at Harvard Med occasionally cross over (could we call that MITosis?). Andy I associate with a Cineplex in Yonkers, where encountering him in the parking lot has supplanted my recollection of the film itself.

Ralph "Tico" Santana is tethered in my mind to the time Steve O'Connell was stuck in a Ghoate stairwell, and hallmate AndrewWard will forever stand in visual contrast to the blue light, disco beads, and bird bath in the dorm room of Joe Pretlow and MikeKramer. Tico and Andrew hosted an ultimate "Last Hurrah" party in New York before the two of them diverged to follow separate B-School dreams. Anton Anderson created a suave flyer for the party, which ushered Tico off to Duke and Andrew to UCLA.

Hoboken bids farewell to its most reverent resident, the keg virtuoso and First Boston slickster Ned Ward. Ned is off to Northwestern's Kellogg School of Business, to be joined in Chicago by Yoi Herrera '92. In addition to the many laughs, gaffes, and choice one-liners, I have Ned to thank for enlightening me to the fact that the name Ned, in fact, derives from Edward.

Ah, the love of learning. Thanks for the memories.

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