Class Note 1965
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Jul - Aug 2018
Ah, spring. As I write this, robins are chirping outside my Minnesota window, no doubt irritated if not desperate because those delectable worms are napping under 15 inches of snow. Surely when you read this in June, we will have moved into Minnesota’s other season, road construction.
Rick Tabors writes that “life is going along. I have found a woman who is willing to tolerate my bad behavior—something about being an academic, and she hasn’t ever had to be closely attached to such an animal in the past. We live together in South Dartmouth, Massachusetts, when I am not in Boston at the office and living in my old house in Harvard Square, which I do two or three nights per week. The commute is a killer up the southeast expressway, so it is sane to do it once up and once back per week. It gives Mary Ellen the time to live her own life, which was very active before we got together and hasn’t slowed down any more than mine has.” Life is going along, indeed—in the express lane.
Jack Hill reminds us all that, at our age, “being active and alive is ‘news!’ ” (A good thought for those of you who think your humble class scribe wouldn’t be interested in your doings.) Hill, like Tabors, makes active seem frenetic. He is a volunteer crew leader for Habitat for Humanity in middle Tennessee. “I also am a budget coach,” he says, “which involves being a financial advisor for families as they get ready to move into a Habitat home. I am trying to teach a 61-year-old woman, whose education was stunted by the Jim Crow South, how to read and write.” For relaxation, he says, “I cut our lawn, tend the flower beds, exercise the dog, change oil for the cars, take my bicycle out for a spin, play with computers. (The Dartmouth Time Sharing System, which came online when I arrived in 1963, launched my career with computer systems.)” Jack also coaches track (shot put and discus) at a local high school and interviews prospective Dartmouth students as part of the admissions ambassador program (run in middle Tennessee by Jim Harris ’64).
Mike Gonnerman sent a link to the Valley News, which had a front-page article on Steve Waterhouse. He notes, “Once a week they write a feature story about a local person who has contributed much to the area.” Stu Keiller has the article up on biggreen65.com.
Those of you who have disclosed your email addresses to Dartmouth will notice the occasional email from me. Not often. Just a plea for a check-in, a “Hi! How are you?” followed by a bit about yourself. This month you were dangerously near allowing me several hundred words to flak my upcoming thriller, to be out in November. Tabors and Hill saved you. Snaps for them. Send those notes.
—John Rogers, 6051 Laurel Ave., #310, Golden Valley, MN 55416; (763) 568-7501; johnbairdrogers@comcast.net
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Rick Tabors writes that “life is going along. I have found a woman who is willing to tolerate my bad behavior—something about being an academic, and she hasn’t ever had to be closely attached to such an animal in the past. We live together in South Dartmouth, Massachusetts, when I am not in Boston at the office and living in my old house in Harvard Square, which I do two or three nights per week. The commute is a killer up the southeast expressway, so it is sane to do it once up and once back per week. It gives Mary Ellen the time to live her own life, which was very active before we got together and hasn’t slowed down any more than mine has.” Life is going along, indeed—in the express lane.
Jack Hill reminds us all that, at our age, “being active and alive is ‘news!’ ” (A good thought for those of you who think your humble class scribe wouldn’t be interested in your doings.) Hill, like Tabors, makes active seem frenetic. He is a volunteer crew leader for Habitat for Humanity in middle Tennessee. “I also am a budget coach,” he says, “which involves being a financial advisor for families as they get ready to move into a Habitat home. I am trying to teach a 61-year-old woman, whose education was stunted by the Jim Crow South, how to read and write.” For relaxation, he says, “I cut our lawn, tend the flower beds, exercise the dog, change oil for the cars, take my bicycle out for a spin, play with computers. (The Dartmouth Time Sharing System, which came online when I arrived in 1963, launched my career with computer systems.)” Jack also coaches track (shot put and discus) at a local high school and interviews prospective Dartmouth students as part of the admissions ambassador program (run in middle Tennessee by Jim Harris ’64).
Mike Gonnerman sent a link to the Valley News, which had a front-page article on Steve Waterhouse. He notes, “Once a week they write a feature story about a local person who has contributed much to the area.” Stu Keiller has the article up on biggreen65.com.
Those of you who have disclosed your email addresses to Dartmouth will notice the occasional email from me. Not often. Just a plea for a check-in, a “Hi! How are you?” followed by a bit about yourself. This month you were dangerously near allowing me several hundred words to flak my upcoming thriller, to be out in November. Tabors and Hill saved you. Snaps for them. Send those notes.
—John Rogers, 6051 Laurel Ave., #310, Golden Valley, MN 55416; (763) 568-7501; johnbairdrogers@comcast.net