Aloha, all. First, my apologies for the late request for news. As far as I can determine, it was attributable to some technical glitch that prevented my receiving the reminder a week or so before a second reminder, which somehow did reach my inbox.
Nonetheless, I had e-mails from a few of our classmates, so here goes.
Charlie Holbrook is starting his 14th year teaching history at Beaufort High School in Beaufort, S.C. “Leslie and I spend June and July at our cottage in South Lyme, Conn., and I am auditing a history course at Wesleyan by Professor Nathanael Greene. He is still teaching and hasn’t missed a step! When the issue of retirement comes up, Leslie reminds me that Professor Greene is still teaching! Once a teacher always a teacher. Also, Gene Legg is teaching at Rock Ridge High School in Ashburn, Va.”
John Sheffield wrote, “Almost 48 years of a great marriage, two happy grown-up daughters, one excellent 4-year-old grandson, recent crewing opportunities on sailing vessels—Honolulu-Vancouver and Houston-New Orleans-Key West-Bahamas—make life worth living.” I have to say I’m a bit envious, John, having wanted to sail like that, but never having done it.
Jim Pickering posted the following on Facebook: “This will sound silly, and I may well have suggested it before, but as quickly as classmates are passing on, and in honor of the fact that our senior year was never completed, why not have our 50th WesTech Reunion a year or two early? Having reconnected with a number of classmates through this medium I think it would be cool to hang out in person, tell lies, and maybe pound a few Budweisers all these years later.” I put it out to you, classmates. What do you think?
Lawrence Madlock wrote: “I retired from the University of Tennessee on February 1. I am going to Ghana for two months to help build a clinic and classroom in a village with Crossroads Africa, the same organization that got me started doing these trips 50 years ago at Wesleyan. My wife, Yvonne MAT’72, just got back from a graduation at Wellesley where we had dinner and pictures with Hillary. My middle daughter got her PhD in clinical psychology from George Washington University. Edwin Sanders ’69 and I visited Thurman Northcross ’71. He’s hanging tough.” Thanks for that update. Our thoughts are with you, Thurman.
Just returned from a semi-annual trip to Maryland to visit with my incredible mom, still active at 94. On the way back, I had some time in Seattle, so I jumped on the light rail to downtown and then walked uphill to visit REI, armed with my 35-year-old REI camera bag purchased at that wonderful old warehouse store. While browsing through what seems to be very upscale stuff for outdoor activities, I was approached by a gentleman who, noticing my Red Sox cap, the team jacket over my arm, and my Wesleyan shirt, asked if I was lost. Turned out to be Silas Wild ’69, one of the incredible group of runners during our Wes years. Silas remembers Bill Rodgers very fondly, mentioned Bill Tam and the other Punahou boys, and spoke well of Dave Davis ’93 and his TV work. He couldn’t shed any light on the whereabouts of his Beta brother Pete Weber, my freshman-year roommate. Moral: Wear your Wesleyan shirt while traveling.
Was unable to see Bill Rodgers in Boston on the way home from the visit in Maryland, he needing to rest after having just run two races, one in Green Bay, Wis., and one in Rutland, Vt. He mentioned that another Wes runner, Bart Wendell, lives nearby. One of these days, I expect Bill to show up for the Kaua’i Marathon.
The trip to see Mom and family began to turn into a baseball odyssey of sorts: Had tickets for a game in Baltimore (versus the Red Sox) a few hours after flying in, then we went to another game a few days later. I already had decided that I needed to address an item that’s long been on my bucket list—get to Fenway Park—so I had booked a flight from Baltimore to Boston as part of my return trip from Maryland. Got to Fenway after a long flight delay. Detroit won that one, so I decided to go to a game the next night, despite my early-morning return flight the following morning. It was a good game, with exactly the same RHE stats well into the game, and it went to the bottom of the 11th inning before Pedroia hit a run-scoring single that brought with it an incredible slide into home plate. Anyway, the lesson learned is two-fold: Follow that dream, even if it means starting a 20-hour travel day on three hours’ sleep, and all the time I spent chasing young women in Boston in our college years was wasted. I’d have been better off going to Fenway for ballgames.
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