1930

My mailbox, always overflowing with solicitations and advertising, plus some travel stuff, occasionally brings a welcome piece of '30 mail. Because of some other activities, and a month's absence, I happily go back to a late 1997 letter from GeneMagenau, our star-studded head agent. Gene lives with his son and daughter-in-law (not a new address) but gets away for occasional trips, usually visiting family elsewhere in the Southwest. He curses the peripheral neuropathy (you could look it up) that keeps him off the tennis court, but he gets his exercise from do-it-yourself projects that sound pretty ambitious, like a spa in the back yard, a planter by the front entrance, and a lighting fixture in the cathedral-ceilinged living room.

Last year, I believe, Gene was the only one of our class officers to attend Class Officers Weekend, even though he had to come from London to do so, and although last year's April date was too early for his usual summer at the Ragged Mountain Club. I hope that this year's September schedule will fit his, and my, plans. Meantime, before June 30, you could brighten Gene's life considerably with a generous contribution to the Alumni Fund.

In the December issue I invited you to let me know if you were interested in joining an upscale Ivy League organization of networkers. From the zero response I conclude that there are no 1930 surfers. My single response came from a bright-eyed young female-type alumna from one of our early co-ed classes, putting you all to shame, and giving me the pleasure that comes once in a while when I find that someone outside my captive audience has read this modest column.

Robert M. Marr, 318 Los Rincones, Green Valley, AZ 85614-2937;(520)625-8339