Greetings from Paris, where I am battling jet lag after a somewhat wrenching trip to the United States to visit friends and family who are struggling. We are of an age where we often find ourselves spending more time in far-flung places for sad reasons. We rise to the occasion, supporting our loved ones, appreciating those we have lost, and cherishing the time we are lucky to have together. Our class motto, “Carpe D78,” has never seemed more meaningful or more true.
Our thoughts are with our classmates Liz DeMurga Spradling and Lex Bond Bundschuh over the loss of their husbands, our classmates Mark Spradling and Pete Bundschuh, and with the friends and family of our classmates Dave Flores and Tayloe Holton Loftus.
The Dartmouth family is large and contains multitudes: We count anyone who has been important to us, wherever they are. Classmates who were on the Italian language study abroad/foreign study program (LSA/FSP) in Florence will be sad to learn of the passing of Mario Pistocchi, the host father of Alice Galuszka Papsun. “We all had the good fortune to know and love the Pistocchi family: Mario; his wife, Carla; and their children, Claudio and Claudia,” Alice writes. The Pistocchis hosted many gatherings for the group at their home in Viale dei Mille, including a memorable farewell bash in 1975; Mario opened innumerable bottles of chianti while Carla taught us to make ravioli. Alice, a psychiatrist and Yale faculty member who lives with her husband, Al, in North Haven, Connecticut, writes that the Pistocchis run a flourishing business, Torta Pistocchi, based on a family recipe for a three-ingredient flourless chocolate cake. “Vi mando un caro abbraccio a tutti voi alunni del programma LSA/FSP e per fare le condoglianze alla famiglia Pistocchi, visitate il sito tortapistocchi.com.” Brava, Alice! You have been taught well.
I got a lovely note from Christine Hayer Repasy. Christy has been happily retired for five years (“I don’t miss practicing law one bit!”) and splits her time between Tucson, Arizona, and New England, where her brother, a ’75, lives and she has a summer home. She serves on several nonprofit boards, plays bridge, reads “like crazy,” and golfs “as much as I can.”
The last time I saw Christy was at our 40th reunion, having breakfast at the Woodstock Inn with her former roommate Lisa Kaeser. Not coincidentally, I was there having breakfast with my former roommate Catherine Cates, a tradition we started during our undergraduate years to mark special occasions. Catherine is in Atlanta and thriving as a certified Entrepreneurial Operating System implementer, drawing on her Harvard M.B.A. and background as a successful entrepreneur to advise other business owners and their leadership teams. On this most recent trip I passed through Atlanta, and Catherine and I observed another longstanding tradition: having a splendid dinner at the Blue Ridge Grill, which with its log-cabin walls and full-sized canoe hanging from the rafters always reminds us of the DOC House.
Make memories. Seize the day. And please send news!
—Anne Bagamery, 13 rue de Presles, 75015 Paris, France; abagamery78@gmail.com; Rick Beyer, 1305 S. Michigan Ave., #1104, Chicago, IL 60605; rickbeyer78@gmail.com