1990

As a follow-up to last month's column, this one is cleverly titled "Two Weddings, a Civil Engineer, and a Guest Columnist."

First, the two weddings. Gerrit Bradley married Elizabeth Pryor in West Hartford, Conn. They work in Los Angeles, where Gerrit is an independent consultant who develops interactive media for small businesses, and Elizabeth is the assistant registrar of the Museum of Contemporary Art. Gerrit received an M.B.A. from the University of Southern California.

James Hooper married Marti Ann Meyerson in Tesuque, N.M. They live in New York City, where Jamie is the advertising director of Dennis Publishing, which publishes Maxim and Stuff magazines, and Marti is the associate publisher of The NewRepublic magazine.

Next, a word from our budding civil engineer classmate, Cat Shrier. "During the 1990 'Trip to the Sea,' our motley crew of seniors was often asked what our plans were after graduation. The most common answer that the other students gave was simply: go live out west. Nearly ten years later I'm finally catching up with the group. Having successfully defended my master's thesis (although I'm still wrapping up my committee's revisions before I can get the thing signed) in environmental science and engineering from UNC-Chapel Hill, I packed up my worldly belongings (including my Mom's old piano) and drove two thirds of the way across the United States to Fort Collins, Colo., where I'm starting my Ph.D. in civil engineering at Colorado State University. I'm looking at both engineering technologies and regulations related to management of ground water resources and use of both ground water and surface water for water supply. Don't ask me what my exact dissertation topic will be—I'm still trying to figure out what my thesis was on, and I've already written that (about four versions)! In what little spare time I have between classes, prodding my thesis committee for comments so I can finish my master's degree, and getting started on my Ph.D., I've been playing rugby with the Fort Collins Flash. If anyone wants to reach me, they can e-mail me at ."

I now turn the remainder of my word allotment over to guest columnist TedCarleton. "Well, since the summer, I've had a healthy dose of Dartmouth. It started at Jon Ezrow's wedding in June. Not only did Brian Mittman bring a date, but she was pretty cute. Women seem to go for men with jobs. Of course, that's not a good enough reason to get one.

"In August I saw Pete Goldstein and Steve Linde in San Francisco for our semi-annual Sony Playstation hockey tournament. Steve and I, as the Flyers, shredded Pete and his partner Tom's pathetic Red Wing defense en route to multiple blowout victories.

"I then drove my rusting red wreck of a pickup truck back east from California (It's too much to explain how it got there in the first place). Accompanying me on this trip was quasi-'90 Jon Schaefer. Shafe managed to talk the entire way. Didn't pause for commas. Didn't sleep. Just talked. I'm convinced if he can pare down the monologue by 60 hours or so, Shafe can be the next Spalding Gray.

"Last month I had a few visitors in Manhattan. Chris Hogan was in from Boston for Jeanhee Kim's birthday party, and we had brunch the next day. I hardly recognized him. He's filled out. He's not the same skinny guy I lived -with freshman year. Chris is back to doing some writing and hobnobbing with the jet set. After brunch he went to play bridge in the East Village with a foursome that included the novelist Dale Peck.

"This past weekend Colin Tucker was in town visiting skinny Alike Uram. As Mike's married and no fun anymore, Colin and I hit the town. Thanks to Colin's folksy Tulsa charm, we were 'rented' by a bachelorette party. Unfortunately, neither of us was adopted.

Ted tells me that the Dartmouth "kids" are all smarter than we were but have no sense of humor. Bruce tells me that his students have lightened up as the year has progressed. Thank goodness.

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