1985

SHORT SHARP SHOCKED. Sometimes a few words speak volumes. I reprint for your perusal the following single paragraph I received from a classmate. It is hard to imagine that even Hemingway could pack more news and vivid imagery into 85 words: "Dear Rick, my wife, Judy, our daughter Rachel, 13, and I proudly announce the birth of Sarah, born August 23, 1994. We would also like to announce that we are now living in our new house in Fairfield, Conn., having fled New York City after someone broke into our Yorkville apartment, cut his arms on the window panes, and expired on our bed. Looking forward to the Tenth Reunion in '96. Very truly yours, Brian Bandler."

TIME IS SHORT. If you're like me (I know, a scary thought), then you're probably dumbfounded that it is already 1995 a full ten years from our graduation. However, most of us get a reprieve from dealing too directly with that notion through the miracle of reunion scheduling, which puts our nostalgiathon off until May 1996. Yet for a special few, the time to begin thinking about reunion is now. It seems that Jeff Weitzman is adding another Dartmouth title to his collection: reunion chair. Jeff needs some energetic, gung-ho volunteers to begin planning D-Day today. Because the mission is dangerous and the pay is lousy, we cannot force anyone to accept this responsibility. However, the few, the proud, those who can summon up the requisite courage, joie-de-vivre, esprit de corps, fellow-feeling, shadenfreude, gemeutlicheit, cojones, etc., should contact Jeff at (212) 692-7867 to sign up (or zap him at ). The rest of us will be in your debt.

BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF...WHAT? A postcard from Dave Searby (faithful alumni news mole deep inside the Beltway) reports that things are going well in D.C., and he enjoys the current byplay in the State Department that is freaked by the leadership of Jesse Helms at the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. Dave also reports that he sees Patti Milon frequently (currently a lawyer for the Treasury Department). According to Dave, Patti throws some serious parties at her place in Arlington, complete with serious beer pong. (Patti even has the house rules on the wall!) Beer pong, indeed! I wonder if it's just me who is getting older by the minute. The closest I get to beer pong these days is when my two-and-a-half-year-old knocks her juice cup over with her fork at the breakfast table, laughing uproariously. (Come to think of it, that's pretty darn close to beer pong, isn't it? I'm wet and someone's laughing.)

SEEN IN BRIEF. Wall Street Journal, January 30: "Fidelity Head of Emerging Markets Quits!" (OK, I added the exclamation point.) Apparently, Fidelity Investments has a $250million group of emerging-market funds which, in the wake of the departure of the now former head, are currently being managed by none other than Jonathan Kelly. Jonathan will continue to run the Fidelity Global Bonds fund as well. Listen, Jon may I call you Jon? would anyone notice if, every time Fidelity executed a trade or made an account payment, you rounded all those fractions of pennies down to the lowest penny and dumped the remainder into an account called "Rick Joyce"? I mean what could it hurt? Who would ever miss a fraction of a penny? A tenth of a penny, that isn't even money really its more like pocket fluff. Think about it, Jon, and we'll talk.

On a very sad note, at press time we received word that Roma Sharma has passed away. She was a student at Columbia Medical School at the time. I know I speak for all of us in expressing condolences to her friends and family.

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we fled New York City after someone broke into our apartment, cut his arms on the window panes, and expired on our bed. BRIAN BANDLER '85