1974

Rick Ranger and I got together for a long, lagersoaked lunch in Georgetown the weekend after New Year's day while he pas East from Anchorage for the holidays with his family. (Katherine's family lives in Annapolis.) We had a capital chat, covering our own career issues, family matters, the 25 th, the current status of various classmates, and, as always, ancient memories of Hanover. The day was spring-like, and as we wandered about the Georgetown campus chomping on cigars and surrounded by students clad in shorts and Ts, we decided to find Thurlow "Ted" Tibbs, whom we knew lived in the district. We called his number listed in directory assistance, but got a recorded message, so off we went in a cab driven by an Ethiopian immigrant (now citizen) to Ted's address on D Street, N.W. We passed numerous embassies that were pointed out to us one by one by our tour-guide and finally arrived at the house, only to find it bolted shut. We were truly disappointed that we had missed him.

Thurlow died at home on January 16 from as yet undetermined causes. I am saddened by the loss of yet another '74, and even though I did not keep in touch with Ted after graduation, his presence in our class ranks will be missed by all of us. He was a prized asset to his local community in Washington as an urban planner and had carried onward the traditions of his grandmother, Lillian Evans Tibbs, during his life by organizing an extensive collection of African-American art in the house that had been in the Tibbs family since 1904. Ted had already graciously donated most of his collection to the Corcoran Gallery in D.C., now considered to be the largest and most important group of historical American art and reference materials to go to that museum for nearly a half a century. Remember him in your prayers.

The death of yet another of our colleagues sends one important message to all of us: We cannot afford to miss future opportunities to be with our old friends from College. As your class secretary I have been increasingly overwhelmed by (and sometimes reliant upon) the depth and wisdom of those '74s with whom I have been fortunate to keep in touch since graduation. Dartmouth memories are precious treasures, but nothing beats seeing an old friend face-to-face and feeling like it was "just yesterday." So pick up the phone and call someone you remembered as your friend, even if it has been 20-something years since the two of you talked.

I've got everyone's phone numbers and addresses in case you don't know where to look.

And come to Hanover in 1999.

Suite 203, 6565 North Charles St., Baltimore, MD 21204-6875;

The test news is how much money I must be making, based on Steve Mandel's recommendedReunioncontribution. Jeff Krolik '78