Class Notes
I’m driving on Sunday, July 29, and tune into one of my favorite shows on NPR’s Weekend Edition, the Sunday puzzle with Will Shortz. And who is the guest player? Our classmate Jim Citron!
First, a message from our new class president, Kendall Burney Wilson: “More than 400 classmates gathered in Hanover in June for reminiscing, reflecting and even reliving our college days.
For the first time in more than six years I’m low on classmate replies. Saving us from the dreaded “Mark makes stuff up” are the following.
For the first time in a while, we have no direct international input. For the July/August column, I’d like to publish exclusively international updates.
Time for an association game. Here goes: 25th…green…class of 1986…get together. If you answered all of these “reunion,” you are correct!
Liz McClintock was the first to reply to my call for scoop, so she gets to start off this column: “I was accepted as a fellow at the Institut d’Etudes Politiques (Sciences Po University) for the academic year 2012-13, and I’m hop
I am writing this the day after Thanksgiving; it’s 60 degrees outside! But there will be snow on the ground soon enough, so I polled the troops to get some fond winter memories.
We begin at Dartmouth’s antipodes: Sydney, Australia, latitude 33 degrees south, mean high temperature 72. Lee Merkle writes: “Still with Bank of America. I run the corporate debt team for Australia.
While on a flight from Boston to L.A., I sat next to a lovely woman returning home from visiting a college in New Hampshire with her husband and daughter. I asked, “By chance would that be Dartmouth? I am an ’86!” She smiled and said yes.
This is the last article before our 25th reunion. In fact, you might be there now, and if you are, I hope you are having fun. Many people offered tidbits from their reunion page as scoop for this column.
Davida mentioned it in the last column, so here we pay semi-tribute to the lovely Connecticut River that runs astride our campus.