1992

I doubled my people power here in the Philadelphia area recently, as I got a note of welcome from Jill Goldberg Arnold! Jill, her husband and their two sons live in nearby Ambler, so I have added them to the list of people I need to see soon. She also wrote, "We're starting to have a quorum of '92s, so maybe a mini-reunion is in the cards soon." We have a quorum? Who knew!

I accidentally left out Cynthia Hansel Sherlock last time, but she called me on it. She, her husband, Michael, and their daughter, Michaela, moved to Andover, Massachusetts, in June, as she continues to work with ICF Consulting. In August they welcomed Parker Kennedy to the family. And how is Michaela handling her new brother? "She loves tickling his feet and trying to decorate him with stickers."

Mike Calichman wrote to let me know that in September he defended his Ph.D. dissertation on inorganic and polymer chemistry. Congratulations! He is now on the job market, either in the field or in a postdoctorate program.

Finally, I got a heartfelt e-mail from Steve Frinsko regarding Sean Mclnturff's death a few months back. Unfortunately, it's too long to fit into this junket, but let me cut it down and give you some of the highlights.

"'Scooby' and I were in Sig Ep together, and he was probably one of the healthiest and most fit guys in our class—I guess brain tumors don't care how healthy you are. I had lost touch with him since graduation, but I remember one of his dreams was to make it to the Olympics, first as a rower and later as a cyclist. I'm not sure how close he got, but he had the right attitude. I remember he once rode his bike from Hanover to someplace in Massachusetts to visit his girlfriend, something like 130 miles. That's a long ride even for seasoned pros, and he did it on a typical New England day, cold and rainy (it was fall or spring, but I can't remember which). When he got back to Hanover, he never complained about how wet and cold it was or how long it took. Instead, he was upset at how trashed his bike was from riding in the rain, and how much time he would have to spend getting it back into shape and how it would cost him training time. I also recall him walking around campus in the winter wearing shorts, a wool sweater and Bean boots. He liked to suffer—athletically, anyway. Speaking as a fellow cyclist (without near the talent), that is a real compliment. Even so, I imagine the suffering brought on by a brain tumor is a whole different animal. I hope there was no suffering and it was quick and painless. My condolences to his family."

Thanks, Steve. It sounds like you captured Sean's spirit for a lot of his friends.

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