1971

Our spring mini-reunions were held in New York and Boston with great turnouts and a lot of good conversation. And, as you are reading this in mid-June, we will be wrapping up a successful 30th reunion celebration in Hanover. Look for pictures and news of these events on the Web site soon ( www.alum.Dartmouth.org/classes/71).

In validating the College's latest list of e-mail addresses, I stumbled into two friends from the class with whom I had lost touch long ago: Jim Taylor, who went by the moniker "Tayloon" as a Tabard brother, joined Hines (the real estate development company) four years ago as part of its finance group in Dallas. Hines was Jim's largest client when he was with Baker Botts. Curiously, I've been in Jims building twice in the recent past, never knowing he was there!

And Ned Jackson, who introduced me to the joys of the Montreal road trip, has escaped the northern climate where he spent 20 years as in house counsel to two large life insurance companies in Toronto, and decamped for Bermuda, having joined Appleby Spurling & Kempe. Ned is "specializing in offshore corporate/commercial work with an emphasis on insurance operations. My son Ned Jr. is now 30 years old, lives in Toronto and has a 5-year-old daughter (making me a grandpa!), and my 27-year-old daughter Heather, who lives in Cleveland, Ohio, was recently married to a litigation (gasp) lawyer and is starting her own family. I am now married to Jill (coming up on 10 years), and we have an 8-year-old daughter Veronica, who, not surprisingly, is the apple of Daddy's eye."

After 35 years of wanting one, Rick Bates got "a Harley-Davidson and put 5,000 miles on it last summer, mostly back and forth to work in southern Vermont, and enjoyed every minute of it (even the occasional cloudburst). My wife also bought herself a Suzuki and we have done some riding to gether. Last October I was coming home after dark from a play rehearsal, riding her bike (which I'm not used to), hit a patch of gravel, and went down. If I ever had any doubts about the aging process, the next few weeks were an effective reality check. You know how old people get bruises and their skin turns all kinds of nasty colors like purple and green and mustard yellow? Well, my left side, from waist to knee, went through most of the rainbow before it got back to normal. I tried to convince myself that it was cool to have tie-dyed skin, but failed. I had to re-think some of my libertarian views about Vermont's mandatory helmet law, which probably saved my sorry life (I really whacked my head hard on the pavement)." Rick says he planned to be back in the saddle this summer but"I won't complain about helmets any more."

Regards,

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