1979

While I've been running my little Pop Warner football team into the ground this past August, my brother, JeffreyBoylan, was getting in teaching shape for another junior high school year by spending a week at the U.S. Marine Mountain Warfare Training Center in northern California. From what Pudley has told me, he has some catching up to do compared to many of his students.

I sent a message out into cyberspace trying to track down Jim Feuille and got a response back from him that "he was on a train from London to Paris reading his e-mail" (cool, huh?). Jim was spending the weekend at the wedding of his French little sister (now 35 years old) from his LSA family in Blois. Let's see, that must have been one cozy LSA household 20-some years ago. No wonder Jim never went out on the town with the other Dartmouth LSA students. Back in the states, Jim has been in San Francisco for the past 18 years and recendy started a technology investment banking practice. His wife, Nancy, and four children (whose names all begin with the letter "C") keep busy trekking to an array of youth sports every weekend.

I didn't see Gordy Daisley's name on the leader board at Congressional so I dropped him a line to see if there were any little Gordos taking divots out of his lawn. As a matter of fact, he and his son (Gordo, age 13) were spectating at the U.S. Open, where they hooked up with Joe "Ugs" Henley, who was in town working for Spalding/Top Flite. It was obvious to me from Gordy's email that he was living vicariously through the athletic prowess of his two children with his son just finishing a great lacrosse season and his 9-year-old daughter a championship basketball season. Gordy also reported that he is now toiling for Merrill Lynch in the private client group and his handicap is hovering somewhere between 3 to 4 strokes a side from Ugly Joe.

Whatever became of Paul Motto, you say? Well, he heard about my recent malady and, the gentleman that he is, dropped me a line with the real scoop. After playing professional soccer for two years, Paul worked in college admissions at Rollins College in Florida. He eventually became director of college counseling at St. Mark's School in Dallas, where he was able to teach advanceplacement government courses, coach varsity soccer, learn the two step, and carry a rifle in the pocket of his tweed jacket. Beginning in 1990, Paul started to look for a way to re-establish top-flight, professional outdoor soccer in the United States and almost single-handedly landed a professional team in the Dallas area, the Dallas Burn (Why not? Nobody likes the Cowboys, do they?). After moonlighting as a consultant and the game day director for the club's GM, Paul left St. Mark's about a year ago to be the "veep" of operations and administra- tion for the club. George, I mean Paul, you've had a wonderful life (and one of these days even I will see my first profes- sional soccer game).

Lastly, I received a brief e-mail from John Bosco to pass along the news that Henry Hunnefeld was recently married in Miami. In keeping with HPF tradition, a keg was stolen from Henry's wedding, presumably by Paul Centenari, who was also in attendance.

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Cynthia Berger '79 takesmeasure of Joel Blum, p. 31