Class Note 1995
Issue
Sep - Oct 2017
As promised, there’s news of additions to our growing ’95 family. New mom Shara Frase welcomed baby Bobby (formerly known as “WIP,” short for “work in progress”) in May and the two can be found strolling around San Francisco. Down in southern California the Drmaj clan has grown by one with the birth of beautiful Emma to parents Morgan Drmaj and Cher Hawrysh.
And Chris Foley will have lots of new material for his next one-man show now that he is a dad. Eammon was born to Chris and his wife, Courtney in Atlanta in May. Congratulations all. Enjoy every minute, even the sleepless ones!
It is hard to believe, but after 38 years EBAs has shuttered its doors and gone the way of Panda House, Five Olde and Ben & Jerry’s into alumni memory. Many of us will miss most the quintessential chicken sandwich—best eaten after sitting in foil in the back of an EBAs delivery vehicle for at least 30 minutes—and their amazing chocolate chip cookies.
Class of ’95s loved their delivery service. That they would deliver a single pint of Ben & Jerry’s blew Pam Quinn’s mind, and Lori Korpan Hurley remembers ordering ice cream and Diet Coke during finals with Jennifer Apgar, “because two blocks was so far to walk.”
Grant Czerny would get them to deliver not only from EBAs, but from Stinson’s too. As John McKelvy commented: “Talk about a privileged existence!”
Melissa Trumbull Mitchell recalls: “Our first year my roommates and I ordered so much stuff fall term (including Diet Coke, cigarettes and insane amounts of pizza, pasta and butter and cookies) that on the first day of winter term they brought us a gift basket: two six-packs of Diet Coke and a whole bunch of chocolate chip cookies.”
I once came down on the wrong side of the law with EBAs delivery service. I was walking from fraternity row back to my dorm and campus police stopped me. It turns out I matched the description of a suspect who, seeing an EBAs delivery car sitting empty and running in front of Fayerweather, had decided to skip the walk to Chi Gam and take the car instead. Ha! When I shared this story with EBAs delivery man Craig Sakowitz ’93, he laughed and said it was a risk of the job, because you knew if you turned off your car while delivering pizzas, it might not start up again. Who knew that EBAs delivery service was good for joy rides too?
Grant remembers swim team outings for all-you-can-eat pasta: “Let me tell you that EBAs lost money on that one. But we loved them and I am sure they came out net positive big time.” Sandy Paul was “always amused that at 1 a.m., the phone was inevitably answered this way: ‘EBAs. Please hold.’ ”
And who will ever forget the jingle that embedded 643-6135 in our heads more firmly than the quadratic equation? Deborah Smith certainly won’t: “My extension freshman year was x6135, which meant I got a lot of really late-night phone calls asking me for pizza or chicken sandwiches. I started out always explaining to people that they had failed to dial externally but at some point I got a bit tired of it and just started ‘taking orders’ and promising people the food would be with them soon. So apologies to everyone all these years later if I was responsible for you missing those late-night munchies!!”
Keep your news coming (and if you figure out the recipe for the chicken sandwich, be sure to share that too)!
—Kaja (Schuppert) Fickes, 2 Bishops Lane, Hingham, MA 02043; kaja.k.fickes.95@dartmouth.edu; Natalie Herring, 1911 Rex Ave., #41, Joplin, MO 64801; (417) 553-7419; 1995dcn@gmail.com
And Chris Foley will have lots of new material for his next one-man show now that he is a dad. Eammon was born to Chris and his wife, Courtney in Atlanta in May. Congratulations all. Enjoy every minute, even the sleepless ones!
It is hard to believe, but after 38 years EBAs has shuttered its doors and gone the way of Panda House, Five Olde and Ben & Jerry’s into alumni memory. Many of us will miss most the quintessential chicken sandwich—best eaten after sitting in foil in the back of an EBAs delivery vehicle for at least 30 minutes—and their amazing chocolate chip cookies.
Class of ’95s loved their delivery service. That they would deliver a single pint of Ben & Jerry’s blew Pam Quinn’s mind, and Lori Korpan Hurley remembers ordering ice cream and Diet Coke during finals with Jennifer Apgar, “because two blocks was so far to walk.”
Grant Czerny would get them to deliver not only from EBAs, but from Stinson’s too. As John McKelvy commented: “Talk about a privileged existence!”
Melissa Trumbull Mitchell recalls: “Our first year my roommates and I ordered so much stuff fall term (including Diet Coke, cigarettes and insane amounts of pizza, pasta and butter and cookies) that on the first day of winter term they brought us a gift basket: two six-packs of Diet Coke and a whole bunch of chocolate chip cookies.”
I once came down on the wrong side of the law with EBAs delivery service. I was walking from fraternity row back to my dorm and campus police stopped me. It turns out I matched the description of a suspect who, seeing an EBAs delivery car sitting empty and running in front of Fayerweather, had decided to skip the walk to Chi Gam and take the car instead. Ha! When I shared this story with EBAs delivery man Craig Sakowitz ’93, he laughed and said it was a risk of the job, because you knew if you turned off your car while delivering pizzas, it might not start up again. Who knew that EBAs delivery service was good for joy rides too?
Grant remembers swim team outings for all-you-can-eat pasta: “Let me tell you that EBAs lost money on that one. But we loved them and I am sure they came out net positive big time.” Sandy Paul was “always amused that at 1 a.m., the phone was inevitably answered this way: ‘EBAs. Please hold.’ ”
And who will ever forget the jingle that embedded 643-6135 in our heads more firmly than the quadratic equation? Deborah Smith certainly won’t: “My extension freshman year was x6135, which meant I got a lot of really late-night phone calls asking me for pizza or chicken sandwiches. I started out always explaining to people that they had failed to dial externally but at some point I got a bit tired of it and just started ‘taking orders’ and promising people the food would be with them soon. So apologies to everyone all these years later if I was responsible for you missing those late-night munchies!!”
Keep your news coming (and if you figure out the recipe for the chicken sandwich, be sure to share that too)!
—Kaja (Schuppert) Fickes, 2 Bishops Lane, Hingham, MA 02043; kaja.k.fickes.95@dartmouth.edu; Natalie Herring, 1911 Rex Ave., #41, Joplin, MO 64801; (417) 553-7419; 1995dcn@gmail.com