1972

This edition of the Alumni Mag is centered around freshman year, so I will depend on 25-year-old memory to dredge up a few chestnuts. My apologies in advance tor any names left out. Drop me a line for future addenda, etc.

Having (regrettably) skipped the freshman trip, I will first turn to South Fayer. Mike Sack and I ended up in the basement with JohnGarnett, Bill "da Weasel" Price, LarryElia, and Rich "the Mole" Kayne. The basement wasn't so bad, since the land was sloped and the basement door was like a front door (you had to walk down steps to get to the sidewalk). There were two other '72s in the basement on the other side of the fire door. Peter Bass used the conventional front door (up one flight), while Rob Barnett tended to come and go through his window, which was at ground level, out to the aforementioned slope. Feeling our freshman oats, on the first weekend Bill Price, Peter Heed, Eric Potterter, Steve Shirey, Dennis Cullen, MikeSack, and I tried our thumbs at hitchhiking to make a mixer at Wellesley. We split up in Concord, with one group making the mixer in a mere five hours, while the rest of us took seven. Sam Cook's "Another Saturday Night" kept going through my benumbed mind, or what was still functioning.

That fall was also the earliest snowfall I had ever seen: October, just prior to the Math 3 midterm. The natives of Topliff and New Hamp were restless, and they proceeded to trash each other's windows until that wasn't enough fun. Then they came up to trash South Fayer's. Those of us studying in our rooms in the basement were hardly enough to hold off the combined Topliff/New Hamp contingent. They broke a window on the first floor. Bad mistake. Several other South Fayers came out (mostly freshmen), led by Buddy Lynch, and, I would have to assume, Steve Tifft,Dico, Bob Kefferstan, Slush, Joe Whedbee, and Charlie Shockey. We proceeded to join the others, went after more dorms, then ended up in a shootout at Beta. I later headed back to the dorm in my t-shirt and jeans (who had time to put anything else on) thinking college was great. Do you remember how your language deteriorated that fall until you could make a sailor blush? Then Thanksgiving came. Most of us made a few minor slips which raised eyebrows at home. Bill Price (already da Weasel at school, but still the strait-arrow, All-American boy in his family"s eyes and ears) was watching the Baltimore Colts/Cleveland Browns game with his family. Leroy Kelly was having an outstanding afternoon tearing Bill's beloved Colts to shreds. After one more agonizingly long run, Bill cried out, "Leroy Kelly's a douche-bag!" After a deafening silence, Bill's father asked him to step to the next room for a little conversation. Ask him about it next time you see Bill. By the way, Bill, care to answer my phone calls and write a guest column?

A recent lunch with Dale Heussner and Chip Carstensen brought one of their freshman spring-term memories up. Dale had not touched alcohol up to that time. He promised that he would drink if Joel Hyatt won the class presidential election. The Cleveland crewChip, Fred Crossman, Jim Gottschalk, BillSchur, and others—turned out in force for the vote to see Dale drink. The rest is history. Joel won, Dale drank. Now, Joel is running for U.S. Senator from Ohio.

I'll be glad to toss in a few more memories from freshman year or otherwise. Drop me a line. Phone/fax: (212) 684-2979.

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