1981

When I called him at the office, New Yorker Peter Ley was not reading the Wall Street Journal, as he should have been, but perusing that day's "Zippy the Pinhead" for meaning-of-life stuff. While Peter does not wear a polka-dot muumuu to work, he does possess Zippy's tendency towards the same-old, same-old. "I've been the picture of consistency," Peter, a diehard Manhattanite, told me. An investment banker since exiting business school, he works for Wall Street's Dominick and Dominick and does health-care marketing and acquisitions. "I'm interested in the economics behind medicine," he said. He and wife Janet they got married during our last reunion live on the Upper East Side, and Janet works for Hermes as a big-time marketing exec. But no free ties for her husband. "They're very strict about that sort of thing," Peter cautioned. These two lovebirds get out of the city almost every weekend tending Peter's garden on Long Island, up to Vermont to camp but Peter still laments that he doesn't have more time to drive the TR6 he bought with his first few paychecks. That sports car rests under a blanket in his parents' garage.

While not a turbo-charged roadster, new addition Andrew keeps Bostonian Julie Koeninger and husband Peter D'Anieri movin'. Julie sent me a photo of their kid—born June 11—and wrote to saythat while Andrew's certainly in charge, that hasn't stopped them from taking him to Cape Cod, a Red Sox game, several Boston Pops concerts on the Esplanade, and even the Boston Jazz Festival at fivedays-old. To care for Andrew, Julie and Peter alternate working at home a few days each week, and they have turned their twobedroom Back Bay condo into a high tech nerve center, replete with multiple phones, computers, fax machines, and a holographici-maging system that creates their bosses at random moments of the work day, just to keep everyone on their toes.

Just when I thought that D.C. was the place to be, Tom Farmer tells me how, in September of '94, he and wife Dawn tied here for Seattle. Here in Washington Tom had been at CNN as a supervising producer and ultimately ended up as executive producer for Larry King Live. But with the birth of son Brendan, the "airports-andHiltons whirl quickly paled," wrote Tom.

"Too many of my TV-journalist brethren were raising their kids via voicemail," Tom told me, "and I didn't want to follow suit. Plus, after O.J. got arrested, my already queasy feelings about TV news turned into downright distaste." In Seatde Tom works as an executive writer with Watts-Silverman, a small media firm, where he writes corporate media pieces and digital/interactive projects, works on corporate events, directs a little video, and drafts speeches for execs.

"I meet a lot fewer presidents than I used to," he said, "but I get home in time to tell Brendan stories most every nightand stand much less of a chance of getting shot during the commute." Tom says that Seattle's coffee fetish is a little precious, although Brendan has his own order"short, nonfat decaf iced latte something-or-other" that sets our classmate back $2.50 a whack.

"Worse than Happy Meals," grumbled Tom.

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Author Julie Wallin Kaewert '81, p 46

Author Debbie Lee Wesselmann '81, p 47