1982
Greetings. George Thompson and I are the new gossip mongers for the next five years. Please keep us informed or you will be reading about George's and my daily lives every month. Believe me, we don't want this. After hearing at reunion what classmates are doing, my life seems as vibrant and successful as a plate of head cheese.
Speaking of reunion, a brief overview for the benefit of non-attendees. First, the new class officers are President Mary Thompson Renner, Treasurer Woody Kingman, Alumni Council Rep Sherri Carroll Oberg, secretary (ies): take a wild guess. Still to be named are the newsletter editor and mini-reunion chair. Thanks to the outgoing officers for a wonderful job.
The weekend was non-stop revelry. There were panels, tours, and hikes, many drinks, a picnic and band at Storrs Pond, a class dinner followed by dancing, tent breakfasts, and all kinds of smaller get-togethers. But it was seeing old friends that made it memorable. I got little or no sleep and woke up hoarse each morning. But this was a good thing. The ultimate measure of the weekend's success for me was when my long-suffering, skeptical, Princeton-educated husband admitted that he would like to send our unborn kids to Dartmouth. "Why?" I asked suspiciously. "The obvious quality of the people," he responded. Eloquently put.
Reunion tidbits, with a disclaimer: given the number of conversations, especially in the wee hours near kegs, I may get details wrong. Please excuse and send in corrections. And now, in no particular order: Scrib Fauver is married and has a beautiful, three-ish-year-old girl, and another child on the way. He gladly left the law to teach French at Kimball Union Academy near Hanover. He divulged this information despite my charming husband's calling him Squibb and another party calling him Squid. (I sympathize; I have been called Phalimba, Agrippa, and Parthenia, to mention a few.) Charlie Oberndorf has a new sci-fi book coming out this fall. Read it. His first one was wonderful! Although Jamie Nadler was mentioned in Leslie Fleming's last newsletter, I must add a note that his company's upcoming thriller is called "Killer Paperboy," or somesuch. He reports that, "Basically, they all end up in violent scenes involving baseball bats." Yum. Joy Robertson finished at Dartmouth Med and is now a pediatric psychologist in Newark, N.J., helping troubled inner-city children. Way to make me feel worthless. I think she said her husband is also a doctor. GregMaffei was the CFO for a start-up and has just moved to Microsoft to do something incredibly lofty sounding. He reported, "I was just arguing with Bill today." Steve Burnham's answer to "So what are you up to? " was something unremarkable like "I just returned from Tanzania." He offered no details but did have an adorable little tyke in a papoose. Donna Fagerstrom was a lawyer, has been living in New York, and is planning to attend the University of Chicago for a Ph.D. in literature. Cathy Munson has been one of the few women at the defense department and was recently promoted to the defense targeting division. Iraq, here we come. Meanwhile, twin Diana Munson is recuperating from back and knee injuries incurred while she was doing something interesting and athletic. Speaking of athletes, John Gaudioso is no longer living in New Jersey, but he and his wife, Ann, did run the kids program at the reunion. He said, "It was cool. We made macaroni pictures." I can't wait for parental regression. Meanwhile, my word countisup. George is next, and I'll be back in two months.
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