Class Notes
The 50th reunion of ’62 was a resounding success. Some 250 classmates and hundreds of spouses, family members and significant others combined to produce an outstanding event in Hanover.
Summer is almost over and it’s time to start thinking about our fall mini-reunion. The class has once again booked Dowds’ Country Inn in Lyme, New Hampshire, for the weekend of October 21-23.
Good vibes continue from ’62’s fabulous 50th reunion. Just sample the numerous Internet postings of photos showing the events and people involved in that memorable celebration.
On a brisk, sunny coming-of-fall day in upper Michigan rumors of an assault on the Eastern Seaboard by Hurricane Irene filter through to my retreat in the north woods together with an actual communiqué from my predecessor, Richard Hannah
Classmate Jay Fritz called to report that he continues to anchor the city of San Francisco to the left coast of our republic, thereby assuring continuation of the nation’s physical integrity for a while longer.
Greetings, fellow ’62s. Devoted readers of this space will have seen the fair notice from Jim Haines in the last issue that he was engaging the services of a co-secretary to aid in the production of Class Notes.
In February, on Super Bowl Monday, “there was no joy in Mudville.” Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, toiled on under cement skies and victory celebrations for the Steelers were canceled.
Stand by for more news from our class. Craig Dorman and wife Cynthia have resumed residence in Fairbanks, Alaska, after a typically well-traveled year in 2012.
As we approach our 50th reunion in June there is much to reflect upon. If the official reunion book is not already in your hands, it soon will be. Many have labored mightily ever since our 70th birthday reunion in Charleston, South Carolina.
Almost half a century ago most of us sat in Dartmouth Hall listening to Robert Frost read from the first edition of his last book, In the Clearing: “It’s right in there/Betwixt and between/The orchard bare/And the orchard green….” With sho
Toward the end of this past winter our classmate Mike Slive was the subject of much comment in that part of the press devoted to collegiate football.
When I first took on the role of class secretary some five or six years ago my predecessor, Richard Hannah (also known at the time as “Sundance”), informed me that the job came with “the gift of prophecy for all things green.” As