I had good contact with Jim Field back in August. His memory is still sharp and he recalled coming a week early freshman year to go on the introductory trip to the Dartmouth cabin on Mount Moosilauke and listening to Ross McKinney’s stories. Later on, as sophomores, Jim and I practicallymimicked each other, knowing we’d be called to the colors shortly, cutting most of our classes, imbibing too much beer, seeing almost every movie at the Nugget, etc. This behavior wasn’t to be countenanced by Dean Neidlinger.

We were both suspended and then we entered pilot training in the Army Air Corps. Jim wound up as a fighter pilot flying P-40s and I was a first pilot in B-17s. We both lucked out and never saw actual combat. There was a cluster of ’44s and ’45s in March 1943 who went into the service together. The ’45 contingent, as I recall, was Richard Hinman, John Hartshorn, Carl Tourtellot, Richard Elston and myself. Jim and I were accepted back at College after Japan surrendered along with a few other cutups. We both got our diplomas and Jim graduated Phi Beta Kappa. His business career after College saw him in advertising for 10 years in New York City with Batten Barton Durstine & Osborne and Young & Rubicam and then back to his home state of Michigan for a year. He then headed west to San Francisco with another 15 years working for ad agencies out there. His final fling was running his own wine company in the Frisco area for 25 years before retiring. Jim’s not a grasshopper, as he and Gina have lived in the same house in Orinda, California, for the past 53 years. They have two daughters and three grands.

I heard from the College that we lost classmate Burt Hicock last May. Our sympathy goes out to Beatrice and their three children.

—Bud Street, 99 Locust Lane, Barnstable, MA 02630; (508) 362-3780; mlnbud@comcast.net