Class Newsletter July 2002

Splicing Spiderman, Vermont Foreplay, a New Father, and Whoooosh on the AT

It's officially summer now, so why are you sitting there reading this junk when you should be at the beach, the lake, or the track? But, as long as you've started, you might as well dig in, keeping in mind that this is nothing but a subtle ploy to keep you in touch with that small college on the hill and its voracious appetite for more funding. And if that doesn't appeal to you, surely the prospect of attending the Fall mini-reunion October 11-13 and the 65^th birthday bash next June 5-8 in Chicago should. Just remember (with thanks to Dilbert), that this Newsletter is so important, we can't let things that are more important interfere with it. So read on.

How can you not start with this one? Bill Watson recently asked of Marty Lower, "Did you know that Gordon Haw's wife Diane gave birth to a son, Keith Frederick Haw, about two months ago? I guess Viagra does work." This makes Mickey Straus, Bob Freedman, and Kevin O'Sullivan look like old veterans.

From sophisticated, worldly Bridgton (of course, you knew that was in Maine) comes this from Mike Daley: "Faye and I will try to be there at the early Oct. homecoming. Enjoyed a surprise visit by Lloyd and Sue Lawrence at my birthday (4/21) party. "Downeast Magazine" had an interesting picture story of our Maine town, Bridgton (March issue). Some similarities to the old Hanover of the '60s. We have nine ponds/lakes in our town so we canoe/swim/boat in the summer and cross country ski on the lakes in the winter." For more on the good life, Mike and Faye are at rmd@megalink.net Question: why is Maine down east?

Roger Wolf, from the other end of the country, has coined a new word: "I calendared [calendared?] Chicago 65 even though I'll be 66 then---Medicare and cheap movies start in June for me. I'm half retired and headed toward 80% thanks to my son who is also my fabulous law partner. The other son, who is fluent in Spanish, joined me in Asuncion, Paraguay in February….We took a bus to Iguassu Falls in Brazil, a stunning cataract three km. wide. Then we flew to colorful La Paz, Bolivia, to visit my old Peace Corps era friends." Roger is at wolf@azimm.com

To refresh your memory, this year's Homecoming Mini-Reunion will not be during the official Dartmouth Homecoming weekend but instead earlier, when the leaves are perfect and the weather might be, too. So mark off October 11-13 and plan on the following, with more details to come in the next edition: Friday night buffet at the Roesches. All day Saturday our "'60s only" time - class meeting on Saturday morning followed by the notorious 11 am tailgate lunch beyond the observatory. In addition to football vs. Yale, there will be an assortment of afternoon activities ranging from the vigorous events organized by Roger and Ann Hanlon [see example below and then ignore what you've read] to opportunities to pay respects to the Hanover merchants or visit the museum, etc. Saturday night we're back at the Queeche Club for our Class Dinner. And as Monday is a Holiday, more activities for Sunday afternoon and Monday are being planned for the vacation advantaged.

Building on the success of the Friday afternoon seminar with the '59s and '61s last year, we're expanding our joint activities. On Friday afternoon October 11 Derrick Cartwright, the dynamic new Director of the Hood Museum, will chair a seminar for our classes, providing background for the spectacular Orozco Exhibition at the Hood, followed by docent-led tours of the exhibition. Organized over the last five years, this show has attracted national attention and will be travelling to Mexico later this year. An event not to be missed, especially if you ever wondered, while nodding off in the reserve room of Baker, why that fellow in the white robes was pointing at the snakes (there will also be docent-led tours of those famous murals). Then, on Sunday morning, the three classes will join for a brunch at the new skiway lodge followed by hikes up the nearby section of the Appalachian Trail to the spectacular views from Holts Ledge. Both represent a great opportunity to expand on our class festivities and to meet and catch up with the good folks in the classes immediately surrounding ours. So, as Roger Wolf would say, calendar it in.

Our peregrine classmates are up to their usual. Ken Reich reports on "a 19-day trip to India and the Gulf sheikdoms of Oman, Bahrain and Dubai, which is in the United Arab Emirates, in March and April. The purpose was to visit friends in India and I tacked on a Silver Sea cruise, which was appealing because of many discounts and brought the number of countries I've visited in my life to 79. By the time it occurred, tensions in the region had grown. The trip immediately followed communal rioting in India between Hindus and Muslims which took 800 lives and during the time I was in the region there was a major flare-up in the Middle East. Not too many Americans were traveling. My ship, the Silver Cloud, with a normal capacity of 296, actually had but 116 passengers aboard during the cruise, of whom only 16 were American.

"One of the high points of the trip was waking up in Bahrain Harbor on the day after an anti-American riot there killed one demonstrator, only to see, docked 200 yards away, the USS Helicopter Carrier Bonhomme Richard and four other U.S. ships, their large flags waving brightly..[Ken may be seeing a lot more ships in the future; his son David was just sworn into the U.S. Navy OCS program.] Actually, I found friendly attitudes, although in the souks of the Gulf states, many television sets were on constantly, blaring Middle Eastern news, especially the strife in the Holy Land. I bought a complete Arab costume in Muscat for the princely sum of $14 and wore it to the office the first day after getting home.

"Dubai in particular is an amazing bastion of wealth. Four out of every five persons who live there are foreign workers, who are not permitted to buy property, and must return to their home countries when they turn 60. Not too admirable a policy, I thought. But one could not help but be impressed with the 30-story hotel built like a huge sail. The prices started there at $2,000 a night, and non-guests, such as myself, were not welcome to enter the grounds. Nonetheless, many good deals were offered in Dubai. Some friends from the ship and I went to a Russian dinner for $33 a person which featured all the sevruga caviar we could eat."

Spencer Morgan reports from his new digs in Flat Rock, NC: "Finally plugged all gizmos into correct holes and this thing works again. Probably will regret using it. [email him at smorgan863@aol.com and make sure he does]. Survived Japan, cruise (did not gamble) and Alaska ( plenty of whales, but no bears or bares). Julie and I still speaking so guess practice honeymoon was a success. We have agreed to continue practicing……:" Full details: J. Spencer Morgan 163 Overlook Drive, Flat Rock, NC 28731; (Tel.: 828/696-9641) (FAX: 828/696-2761). And this final word: "For those of you in the greater Hanover area, do not despair, I shall return, even if only as ashes."

David Horn is out there somewhere, on the road again and asks that you save him 38 feet of driveway and "please change all your address books - and I promise I won't do this again for a few years." New mail address P.O. Box 190 #08064 Jefferson, OR 97352; Cell phone (only phone): 541-601-0116; Email: dshogman@earthlink.net Adds David: "Thanks again for spreading this info. Won't be in Chicago in June 2003. Just happens it's the same time as the Rotary International Convention in Brisbane - hmmm, Chicago, Brisbane, Brisbane, Chicago... Sorry, not even close - I'll be in Brisbane. This didn't come from David, but it could have: Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark, professionals built the Titanic. I wonder who built his mobile home.

Dear Old Dartmouth is, if nothing else, consistent, providing me annually an opportunity to rant a little about Commencement speakers and honorary degree recipients. This year the powers that be selected Mr. Rogers '50 (of PBS fame) as Commencement speaker. Word has it that he gave a good and well-received talk. As usual there was a diverse group of honorary degree recipients: the first African-American woman to direct a health service bureau; an Asian-American winner of the Nobel prize for chemistry; the co-founder of the Dance Theater of Harlem; a woman who is a writer, polar researcher, psychotherapist, and philanthropist; and a former Trustee, E. John Rosenwald '52. But as usual, no one was selected for his or her accomplishments in the business world. Why not? And why so few Dartmouth grads?

From bucolic Brooklyn, Mike Heitner scribbles some nonsense about liking the last Newsletter and says, "Let's bottle it." Which makes you wonder what else they have in bottles in Brooklyn. Beyond that, all he will say is that "the Heitner family is healthy, happy and productive. No news here." That, of course, is impossible. Everyone has news. Or at least photos with grandkids. And if you don't, I may start making up some---news, not photos. Find Mike on woodsy Willow St. and at mheit@herrick.com

Bob Holland has the best handwriting ever seen on a Green Card, but, alas, only news of a new address: 520 Meredith Lane, Unit 104, Cuyahoga Falls, OH 44223-2523, and is at rmh437@aol.com

Hap Dunning emails the following, appropriate for any of you concerned about surviving retirement. "As June 2002 winds down, I'm happily finishing off my first year of retirement. It's been terrific - for any classmates debating whether to retire, I for one am strongly supportive. I told myself a year ago I was only retiring from teaching - although I have kept an office at my law school and have worked on several projects, frankly I have done quite a bit less work than I had anticipated. The emphasis instead has been on family, friends and travel. My Mom has been quite healthy most of her life, but since my retirement she has had three hospitalizations in Pennsylvania. I have appreciated my freedom to visit often from California. And in addition to several short trips, Carolyn and I have enjoyed a week in the Southwest with Laura Beth and Denny Goodman (I found out Denny's much better at newsletters than at music appreciation!) [Navajo chanting is music?] , two weeks in South Africa and three weeks in South America.

"The South African trip was a study tour led by a former U.S. Ambassador to South Africa - we focused on understanding the political transition there in the 1990s and the country's current problems. I visited South Africa in 1976, and then if someone had said the apartheid government could be ended without a bloody and protracted war, I would have thought that person mad. But it happened - for my money, one of the most inspiring events of the twentieth century. I've also had a number of good visits with classmates over the year, most recently with Joel Alvord and Lisa Schmid at their farm in Massachusetts. I'm looking forward now to being in Chicago in a year for our 65th birthday celebration."

Gene Kohn has apparently decided to challenge his Co-op partner Allen Stowe for the title of Ace Cub Reporter. Out recently for an evening of high culture with his granddaughters, the tireless Mr. Kohn noted in the credits for the new blockbuster movie, Spiderman, the name of one Arthur Coburn. That rang a bell with reporter Kohn, who, checking his sources at the Dartmouth Film Society, faxed me the following on our very own Arthur: "Arthur Coburn, A.C.E. (Editor) most recently co-edited The Weight of Water, directed by Kathryn Bigelow and starring Sean Penn and Catherine McCormack; and For Love of the Game, directed by Sam Raimi and starring Kevin Costner and Kelly Preston. Coburn also co-edited A Simple Plan, directed by Sam Raimi and starring Billy Bob Thornton and Bill Paxton. Coburn's other feature film credits include The Breakup, directed by Paul Marcus and starring Bridget Fonda, Kiefer Sutherland and Tippi Hedren; A Price Above Rubies, Dangerous Beauty, Sunset Park, The Mask, and American Me. Other film credits include Dominick and Eugene, Triumph of the Spirit, The Ballad of Gregorio Cortez, and Extremities (with Farrah Fawcett)." The bio adds that "Coburn graduated from Dartmouth College and received a law degree from Harvard Law School." Arthur edits all of Sam Raimi's films, of which Spiderman is the latest. Not too bad for an old rugger with a pony tail.

And from my now-favorite website, satirewire.com, this latest news flash: "El Paso, Texas — Unwilling to wait for their eventual indictments, the 10,000 remaining CEOs of public U.S. companies made a break for it yesterday, heading for the Mexican border, plundering towns and villages along the way, and writing the entire rampage off as a marketing expense." What does this have to do with the Class of 1960? Well, nothing, I hope. Jay Emery says this about that website: " It's the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. Great stuff!" John Hannon recommends a similar source to brighten your day: "For some wry versions of the news, try borowitzreport.com" And from the mosquito capital of the world, imperialist Gus Leach wrote in May: "Hi to my American pals: Check this site out and stay tuned for further developments!! http://www.theonion.com/onion3818/mexi-canadian_overpass.html Cheers and have a Happy Victoria Day!"

And while we're doing websites, Jack Hodgson suggests, "….you might like to look at this web site. There are many interesting trips. Great for bridge players. The site is www.americanorientexpress.com " Perhaps best of all would be this: the Dartmouth Library now provides alumni with free online access to more than 70 million full-text articles from over 7,00 journals, newspapers, etc. It also includes up-to-date news stories. Check it out. It looks excellent. Go to www.northernlight.com/dartmouth

Linda McGinnis, who with a little help from our Mike, produced two recent Dartmouth grads, Thomas and Ian, passed away this spring from cancer. Linda was a lovely and remarkable lady with intense drive and energy. Most recently she had been teaching at Baruch College and working on her Ph.D. in psychology, when not making round trip evening journeys between NYC and Hanover with Mike to watch Ian captain the Big Green basketball team. A memorial service was held June 22 at Riverside Church in New York.

On May 21 the Class presented the annual dorm art awards and checks to 17 senior art majors at the largest gathering of the year in the Hop gallery (if you feed them, they will come, and the College feeds them and wines them in style). A follow-up letter from the Office of Residential Life offered "many, many thanks and kudos to your class for sustaining such a terrific program." And it really is. A thank-you from Natsuko Ikeda '02, one of the awardees, said, "It was delightful to have so many people at the Senior Majors Exhibition reception yesterday, and I am especially happy that our artworks will soon be enjoyed by people beyond those who come to the gallery. It really makes all the hard work worth it." All agree, it's a terrific Class project.

Don Landzettel Green Cards: "If you can remember all the way back to our 10^th reunion in '70 [have we already had our 10^th?], the weather for our Storrs picnic was cold and wet. We spent that time looking at property in the Upper Valley. A month later we 'closed' on a property in Vershire, Vt. That would be a part of our lives and our children's lives and now our grandchildren's (4) lives. We built on these 65 acres in '70. It has assured our Dartmouth connection (and marching band!) to this day. We're 'in town' about once a month. Gail and I are seriously considering Chicago in June '03." [And consider the Norwich Inn the last Tuesday of the month.]

Alan and Silvia Danson, squirreled away in Colorado, and Walt Freedman and Karen Harrison, and Barry and Mary Ann MacLean in Chicago, continue to plan with their committee a very special 65^th Class Birthday weekend for June 5-8, 2003. Full details will be forthcoming in late August or early September. There will be more to do than most of us can fathom in a month, including, tentatively, gatherings at classmates' homes, two Class dinners, a seminar on a timely topic, museum tours, music, golf, biking, sailing, baseball, and a city/architecture tour. Most important, there will be plenty of time for visiting, catching up, and continuing to meet classmates you never knew before. If you liked NYC, DC, and SF, you'll love Chicago 65. Guaranteed.

Tom McBurney is at it again, following his book Artistic Greatness, with a 30-page pamphlet entitled Write Away. The major piece is an essay called "Back to the Basics of the Middle East," which might be an interesting addition to our website if McB has it on his computer. There is also this thought-provoking poem, "Smart Stuff." "Being extremely smart isn't enough/To accomplish great deeds you need other stuff./Focus, judgment, values and diligence/Count for more than mere intelligence./People who coast because they think they're the smartest/Are usually passed up by those who work the hardest./The truth can be quite simply stated/The value of IQ, by itself, is overrated./It's very clear--there's no doubt in the slightest/That the best have not always been the brightest./An unusual amount of gray matter usually doesn't---"

Mal Churchill, that old striped pants cookie pusher from Foggy Bottom, is not about to be shoved around by any lily livered wimps from north of the border, so he sent the following in reply to Gus Leach's complaints about U.S. protectionism: "As a small scale Virginia tree farmer I guess I am part of that nefarious 'US lumber lobby' that Gus Leach thinks is screwing Canada. The bipartisan agriculture bill that's coming out of Congress is certainly one of the worst examples of protectionism in years, but when it comes to the US-Canada timber issue, there's another side to the story. It has to do with the provincial governments and such arcane things as their stumpage fees, which in the eyes of many of us down here seem to constitute an unfair subsidy. And while Bush did indeed make the steel decision, on timber Gus's ire is somewhat misplaced, since the Commerce Dept. and ITC, acting in accord with long-standing U.S. law, found Canada to be subsidizing its timber industry and the US industry to be harmed by it." Continues Mal, "A second Foreign-Service-like report! Shudder! I guess it just proves the old saying, 'You can take the boy off the farm (Foreign Service), but you can't take the farm (Foreign Service) out of the boy.'"

To which Gus has already responded generously: "Interesting comment from Mal .... I must admit that I'm not up-to-speed on the stumpage issue. I'd hate to have to admit that there's a valid argument from south of the border ..... but perhaps .....!!" When you're stumped, you're stumped.

The Rose, Ken Rosenfield, Green Cards as follows: "Now residing in Sarasota, each in his own McMansion are Dotti and I, Peter Schwartz and Judy, Ed Johanson and Cynthia, and Roger Stephenson and Harriette. Roger is Prez of the local Dartmouth Geriatric society, which we cannot belong to because we have not been to our 75^th reunions. We all exercise, go exploring restaurants, and attend all forms of musical performances. We travel as well, and after a trip to Paris five years ago, I have renewed my early love and studies of all French food, language, art, history, culture, and women. Dotti teaches full time and I work three days as a dentist. My son Josh attended Princeton during the Jay Fiedler regime, and we dragged him to the only two games he saw in four years, which D won, in dramatic fashion. Now Jay is a Dolphin and I root for them, except when they play the Patriots. Baseball is close by and easier to attend than Fenway. Now I have one new granddaughter, the first one. Let all who visit Sarasota seek me out at "C'est la Vie," my local, my pub, where I can be found daily at lunch, at Main & Orange." Email Ken at THEROSE60@comcast.net and tell him to have a look at what the French are up to of late before he pursues this thing much further. Ken says, however, that what really interests him is "French language, painting, sculpture, opera, poetry, literature, history, cuisine, and fashion………not politics. Wine as well."

The attached photo of Grandpa Ken came from his obviously adoring daughter-in-law Phoebe, with a message that read in part: "I am sending two pictures on behalf of my father-in law Grandpa/Sir/Dr. Kenneth Rosenfield…..

He would like the caption to be: "That's right Ava, Phi Tau is coed and serves milk and cookies at all the parties!!!" [Sir??]

Photos of the rest of you with your grands would be most welcome. Make those kids famous. Leave them something to find in their scrapbooks in 50 years.

Ed Daumit scribbles (that's the right word) from St. Louis: "Executive Director of CIBC Oppenheimer World Markets. Avid salt water fly fishing; just returned from Belize. Fly fish monthly out of Jupiter Island, Florida." Reach Ed at ed.daumit@us.cibc.com If everybody were that concise, we could save a lot of trees, but it might put me out of business. Some business.

Wah-hoo-wah to Dudley Smith, named Dartmouth Club President of the Year, and that out of 90 Dartmouth Clubs worldwide. Not too bad for an alpine chubber (see below). His D Club of the Upper Valley was named Metro Club of the Year for 2001. Maintaining a '60 lock on the job, Jim Adler took over as president in May. The club is the largest anywhere. So why haven't the rest of you moved up?

And now these philosophical mutterings from John Mitchell: "Does Dave Bond know the Vermont definition of 'foreplay'? 'Get in the truck.' I've lived here too long." Round John offers the following suggestion: "New book for you. How the Irish Saved Civilization. Short, elegant, and food for thought." Another reading suggestion, from Al Danson: "…..check out a book in poetry form - The Dust of Everyday Life, an epic poem of the Pacific Northwest, by Jana Harris. Both Ducker and I enjoyed it very much. P.S. Any local insight into a motive for the murders of the German prof and wife?" Robbery, as many of you will have seen by now. They were after an ATM card and ten grand, with a plan to disappear to Australia. Brilliant thinking. One kid goes to jail for life, one for 25 years to life. What a tragedy for everyone involved.

Answering a question posed last time, David Vaules writes, "I don't want a T-shirt, but a wooley bugger is a fish lure. At this point I don't know whether Martha & I are going to make it to Chicago. We belong to a choral group that has been invited to tour the Czech Republic and Austria. Unfortunately the dates conflict. If I lose my voice, you may see me in Chicago. The photo of the 5 grandchildren together did not turn out very well, so I am not sending it along. Hopefully there will be a better one in the future."

Hasenkamp may not have T-shirts to dispense, but he does have movie and book suggestions: "There are at least three movies you should see. First is Monsoon Wedding. (Look at that! Hasenkamp can do italics!) An Asian Indian film centered on a wedding, arranged, that draws family from the U. S. and Australia. The story is warm, wonderful, deals positively with caste and home vs. immigrants and love and family and honor. A great film. In English for the most part, with occasional Hindi with subtitles, just enough for a touch of the exotic. Next is We Were Soldiers….Great performance by Mel Gibson. I doubt there will be a better Vietnam movie, and this one portrays that war as a regular war, not the one in Jane Fonda's head. Great portraits of leadership, gripping story, helluva flick. The last is Lantana, an Aussie film in which you can actually understand what the folks are saying. Set in Sydney, about life. Don't miss it. "

Continues Bruce, "I'm reading, when I can get away from this machine, David Kennedy's Freedom from Fear, which won a Pulitzer for history. Fat thing that reads fluidly and fast. It's hard to put down. The U.S. in Depression and WWII.

Reg Regestein is still trying to get a Dartmouth education: "The recent local Alumni Seminar focused on the ethics of cloning. A para-Cantabrigian crowd like us would have likely achieved unanimity on any thorny issue, but just to make sure, the biologist-ethicist duo from Dartmouth infused the day with contrapuntal harmony. Maybe there have been wilder parties, but we got to see what ethicists really do: they articulate issues. Basically, the issue seems to be who or what is a human being. Next time, they could pump up their road show by bringing along some obdurate fundamentalist from Kansas." [And if you can follow all that, you probably have the solution to the Middle East.]

The following from a recent email exchange between house guest Russ Ingersoll and Class Sports Historian John Goyette: "Please say "hello" to Russ for me. I remember when he and Mike Hollern lived down the hall our sophomore year in Richardson. They played hockey up and down the corridor with beer cans!! One weekend Hollern set a record by getting pinned to 3 different women on 3 different campuses. And we were boys once! These guys showed me no sympathy during lacrosse season. I'm trying to sleep in my room while these guys played a noisy game of bridge til 3AM. Ingersoll will disavow this whole story....another case of selective memory." To which this reply: "John: Nice of you to pass along stories about my college days -- all false. That was Hollern who was making all the noise. Do you remember Hollern and his White River Junction telephone operator? If not, that is good and I won't tell. Why can't I remember any good tales about you to tell? I am sure there are many. Hope all is well with you. Pat and I plan to be in Chicago for our 65th, but I doubt we will make it back this fall. Take care. Russ." To which: " Hey, Russ, I DO remember Mike and his White River Jct telephone operator. I also remember old Ponzi and some of his young ladies. I'll tell you another guy who will always remember Ingersoll and that's General Pete Dawkins. He was a Rhodes Scholar and Heisman at West Point I think. I produced and directed a show for Tom Kean at Princeton. Pete was in my show when he was running for U.S. Senator. In addition to football he played hockey and spoke PAINFULLY of his experiences at Davis Rink...especially about his blue line meetings with you. Have fun. John" [Rumor has it that Bob Fairbank may have something to add to all this.]

Goyette asks: "I would be interested in the dietary changes our classmates have made--if any, in the interest of longevity. They can e-mail me at jgoyette01@aol.com." Better yet, tell it to the Newsletter. Here's one approach, from retired Navy Captain Gary Kanady: " On the home front, I just increased my life insurance and got rated for the lowest premium. I think it's from taking lots of vitamins, stopping smoking 20 years ago, and a high-protein diet for the last three years. It certainly isn't from exercising too much!" Gary's one and only email address is now gkanady@bww.com

And finally, re Mr. Goyette, two nice comments from him: "…Maj Gen. Woolnough tried to get me to go Ranger/Airborne, but all I did was play football for him in Korea. Andy Paul, my roomy for two years, is amazing for his achievements…….I enjoyed Danson's poem. He's quite a guy."

Tom Kirby sends this message for Andy: "I wanted Andy Paul to know that he and Jablonski were not the only jumpers. I was the Airborne Chairborne, Adjutants General, 18th Airborne Corps at Fort Bragg for 22 months. Managed 22 jumps, Jump Master Qualified and missed Master Jumper status by three jumps due to my end of tour. Any time he wants to swap jump stories that you straight legs, non-jumpers, might not understand, I am available. Still chugging along with the Garden City Golf Club News, Tuck Class of ' 61 newsletter and a golfy existence. On reflection the other day for no good reason, I determined that I have not been in an airplane since coming back from China in March of '01. This is strange for a person who has traveled over two million miles and during the '70s thought 3 or 4 airplanes a day was rather the norm. Best to you and everyone. We are still on the fence for Chicago where I once lived during the week for about 6 very cold months in the mid-seventies."

Jay Emery is another screw-loose jumper: "I want to assure Andy Paul he has at least one more winged classmate. Graduated from Army Jump School in Wiesbaden, Germany as well as Forest Service smoke jumper training. I hold Parachute Club of America license D-203 and have 400 jumps. Never did special Forces though. Preferred flying high above the fray." You're all a little nuts. And gutsy.

Speaking of fitness (as we were somewhere up there): I thought I would let you in on a little secret I've found for building my arm and shoulder muscles. Three days a week works well. I started by standing outside behind the house and, with a 5 pound potato sack in each hand, extended my arms straight out to my sides and held them there as long as I could. After a few weeks I moved up to 10 pound sacks and finally I got to where I could lift a 50 pound potato sack in each hand and hold my arms straight out for more than a full minute! Next, I started putting a few potatoes in the sacks.

Remember Psych 1 and the question of perception? Recently Dudley Smith and I joined Rog and Ann Hanlon for a day of climbing in the White Mountains. Here are four views of the day's activity. According to Dudley:'s report to the rest of our hiking club, "Roger and Ann lead DG and me up the Avalon Trail over Mt Field (4,329) and Mt Willey (4,302) and down the Kedron Flume Trail. The weather was threatening(we stayed dry)….. A great day with refreshments at the Mt Washington Hotel at the end. Really couldn't have been better." According to Ann: "Are you still speaking to us? That was quite a strenuous hike, and both Roger and I are a little sore in the leg muscles, especially the gastrocs……We are glad you went along. We aren't always that nuts!!." From Roger: "I hope you are well healed and feel fitter after our death march……..." My own thoughts? A month at Camp X-Ray would have been easier.

The following may cost Rog Schaefer his marriage, but we just report what you send us: "What we need to do now is get the Big Green's men's athletic program back on track…..I get so frustrated I just look in the loser's column of the sports scores to see how badly we got beat. I ain't used to that. Maybe the new A.D. can help if he doesn't have to snuggle up to the Administration….I hope the rumors about a woman A.D. aren't true. [And I hope Carolyn doesn't read this, Roger]…… can't wait for retirement. I envy you and look forward to spending more time in NH at Eastman- and the Norwich Inn once a month."

And in a separate message, this also from Roger: " I'm still at work so I can pay for those Inn lunches whenever I finally show up……do you know how much it costs to purchase a Class of 1960 14" x 30" banner (authentic '57-'60 vintage) these days? Answer: $103.50 ! I went on ebay for the very first time because my brother( Dave '63) spotted the banner and called me. think I lost mine when we sold our family home several years ago. I thought I had the winning bid over one other person at $36. when 'Water Buffalo' comes along 5 hours before the bidding closed with a bid of $40. Since it's Saturday and I can't get to my computer here in the closed office, I enlisted my brother to bid for me because I WANTED THAT BANNER! He waited until 45 seconds before the bidding closed and bid $163 ( $63 for his class) and got the banner for $103.50. Everyone puts in a range which you have to exceed by $1 to win. I guess Water Buffalo's top range was $102.50. Is that class loyalty (1960) or what? [Definitely "what," or something worse.] Your job as class scribe is to try and find out who Water Buffalo is. This guy might or might not be a classmate of ours, but he cost me an arm and a leg which is also why I haven't retired yet. Wah-hoo-wah !" [OK, Water Buffalo, have I got a deal for you.]

Looking for a nice warm getaway for next winter? Here's a nice warm invite, from Sid and Deborah Goldman: "Deb and I now live 'up the Keys' as they say, about fifteen miles before Key West. Deb works most days at her art and I play tennis in town. In the afternoon, however, we usually fire up the 24 foot pontoon boat (pahty boat) and either wander under the bridge to the back country and the gulf or head through the mangroves into the ocean to snorkel. Evenings are often in town with the film society, concerts, theater and all the restaurants Key West has to offer.

"Over the last few years I’ve been commuting from there to Michigan over the winter, working four or five days at a time over a two week stretch and then spending the remainder in the Keys. Deb and Rosie the dog stay put over the five months from November to May and then we drive back together for the Spring, Summer and Fall. I’m still quite active as an Orthopedic Surgeon, mostly knees and shoulders and mostly arthroscopic. Check out the website: Birminghamortho.com. We hope you do come visit next winter, and the invitation is open to all our '60 brethren. Meanwhile we’re planning to hit Hanover in October and of course see everyone in Chicago."

This news from Dick Ossen arrived in April: "Was just on line to vote for a new trustee and thought I'd update you on my situation. Unfortunately, I suffered a heart attack last July and had emergency quintuple bypass surgery. It was close for a few days, but I survived. The first people to visit me besides Pat and the kids were classmates named Derderian, Gould, and Rush (and spouses). There were phone calls and cards from others named Prouty, Reilly, and Guy. I have tried to convey my feelings to all of them as to how much their friendship means to Pat and to me. And when I think of the value of my Dartmouth education, these friendships, formed 40 plus years ago, help make that value priceless. Fortunately, my recovery was quite rapid, so that I could return to my full-time faculty position at Bentley last September. Also, I began a cardiac rehab program at our local hospital at the same time, and I still go three times a week. My strength and stamina have returned to normal, so my doctor thinks my prospects for the next 20 years are quite good. I have agreed to teach one more year after this and then plan to move on to the next phase, which probably means 2 courses in the Fall semester and then the months of Jan.-March in sunny Florida. We plan to be in Hanover this Fall for the dedication of the new library and the room named for my father, so it is unlikely we will attend Homecoming too."

Wes Roodhouse, following a Memorial Day fishing trip that left him unusually tired, learned that he has lung and brain tumors. He is staying now with his daughter, Kelly Doran, in Atlanta. I spoke to him June 26 and he was in good spirits and with that same old Ada, OK accent and philosophical outlook on life, more interested in talking fly fishing and the stock market, than his current illness. Wes will be undergoing two weeks of daily radiation treatment. Friends might give him a call at Kelly's, (404) 255-9485.

Patsy, aka Rafter Jack, aka Jack Patterson is out there somewhere on the Appalachian Trail, or at least was as of June 2, and has been sending an assortment of messages on an assortment of scratch paper. Here are excerpts (and all pretense at editing ends): April 26: Yo Dennis - Back down here in Damascus for , ' Trail Days ' . You should see me now ! Head shaved - lost thirty plus lbs . Eat yr . heart out guys / gals . . . Rafter

Whoa . . . made it to Virginy , so far . May go no further . Then , again , may Continues : very hard work . I repeat very hard work VERY HARD WORK . ) Am trying to make friends ( they go by so fast that I have to work fast.) Yest ' dy , first thing in the AM , got passed by five male hikers, a gal and her dog ("I Am Sam "and " Sierra " ) . . . whoooooooooosssh . Hard , you got to work fast , and working fast making new friends and watching your boot tops - always uphill one watches one ' s boot tops - is a hard , even a gymnastic , feat . . . But I tried : looking up from my boot top , " Help ! " , I said .WHooooooossssssshhhh . It ' s , too hard , making new friends when looking at foot /boot tops endlessly and they ' r going by , " whoooooosh " . Sooooo . . . about , 450 miles now of boot tops w / o friends and " whooooooosh ! Rafter Jack"

April 28: "Am carrying 35+ to 45 pounds--depends on how recent from town, size 12 Vasque sojourn boots…one pair gone as sole separated from boot Full refund at store--hitched over 12 miles, hitched back. Trend is to lighter weight, even running shoes. [then a long list of everything in his pack, ending with this:] 1 pr. Boxer type blue with whales skivy for wearing around laundromet when gals linger…." I have been hiking 15 years, literally, I have been hearing and believing the lonely bird calling from the wood was a wood thrush-now, today, I have that confirmed and got to see the bird close up….big stuff for woodsy guy!…..Miles today in 81/2 hours=10. Usually hike more like 10 hours. I have been disappointed…. classmates aren't putting the invites on the trees as I previously asked for Rafter Jack"

May 22: "Spirit is strong in me this morning… I thought …that in all my life I of almost 65 years hadn't, maybe, possibly, been happier; Whoa! Made me weep. Send yr praise/laudatory best wishes via the internet yuppatt@worldnet.att.net or visit www.trailjournals.com

June 2: "I have thought to stop and work on a farm in PA. Amish farm; swap work for a few days room and board. (Meet a pretty Quaker/Amish a-la-Harrison Ford.) Rafter"

The usual closing plea for Green Cards, emails, photos with grandkids or anything else. Now hie thee to the beach. dg