Class Notes
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
The summer before my freshman year at Dartmouth I worked as a bank messenger in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. One of the older messengers, for whom the job had become a career, gave me frequent unsolicited advice.
The roster of past secretaries of our class is both lengthy and distinguished, reflective of the 50 years since our graduation. In that timespan the post has been held by eight scribes, excluding the incumbent.
Even though we’re now at year’s end I would be remiss not to follow up on our wildly successful Homecoming mini-reunion in October.