Tag: 1967

Classmates, Dave Cadbury died in February 2018. The obituary that was sent to me included the following information. After graduating from Wesleyan (and before that, from Germantown Friends), he earned a master’s in sculpture from the Maryland Institute of Art, and in the early 1980s he worked as a sculptor, “producing conceptual installations about natural and environmental systems” (among other places his work was exhibited at the Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C.). He also established two construction businesses. In 1992 he and his family moved to Maine, where he continued to work as a sculptor and as a building consultant. He was the founder of Friends of Maine Coastal Islands NWR, an organization that worked to protect the seabird habitat on Maine islands. In Philadelphia he was active with the Central Philadelphia Monthly Meeting and served on the board of the Friends Select School. In Maine he was active with the Midcoast Monthly Meeting of Friends and served as the clerk of the meeting for a number of years. He and his wife Karen were married for 49 years.

More recently, I received word that E. Craig MacBean died on Oct. 16. Craig was a graduate of the Haverford School (’63). At Wesleyan, he majored in English and played lacrosse. He subsequently attended the Union Presbyterian Seminary, from which he received an MAT in 2004. He was awarded an Army Commendation Medal for his service in the U.S. Army in the early 1970s. He is survived by four children.

While I am on the topic of Wesleyan alumni who have died recently, I recently watched Long Strange Trip, a four-hour documentary mercifully divided into six parts that featured, in a few of those parts, the late John Perry Barlow ’69. The film got very good reviews when it came out, but I was put off by the length, and did not go to a theater to see it. However, my wife and I stumbled upon it a month ago as we looked at streaming options on our TV and decided to watch it. We were glad we did (we watched it over three evenings). Barlow comes across as thoughtful and wise, the adult in the room (not, I’ll admit, as I remember him!). Those of you who are Deadheads have probably already seen it. Others of you might enjoy it, just to bring back some memories of the late 1960s and early 1970s (spoiler alert: it ends sadly, with the death of Jerry Garcia). And those of you who went on to earn MBAs might want to see how Garcia and Company (ironically?) created a brilliant entrepreneurship that made them more money than they knew what to do with.

As the obituary for Barlow in the New York Times noted, he was also a “coordinator” for the 1978 Congressional campaign of Dick Cheney (see my comments above about Barlow being wise). As part of my ongoing search for Wesleyan alumni in the media, I carefully watched the aptly titled movie about Cheney (Vice) and can confirm that there was no sign of Barlow.

Hang in there. Send me stuff.

Richie Zweigenhaft | rzweigen@guilford.edu

Classmates, thanks for the many thoughtful e-mails in response to my group missive to you about athletics at Wesleyan (“notes from the underground”). I “might could” (as we say down south) send you another group e-mail sharing these many, and varied, perspectives. Stay tuned.

As for the more traditional class notes news from classmates, I have a bit to share. In characteristic fashion, I did not hear from Mike Cronan about his having been honored by the bar association in Kentucky, but fortunately his longtime law partner, friend, and fellow Eclectic, Fred Joseph ’65 sent me an e-mail with a clipping about one Charles J. (Mike) Cronan IV. It turns out that the Louisville Bar Association honored Mike by naming him the recipient of the 2017 Judge Benjamin F. Shobe Civility and Professionalism Award. The award is given to “an attorney who demonstrates the highest standards of civility, honesty, and courtesy when dealing with clients, opposing parties and counsel, the courts, and the public.” That indeed is the Mike Cronan I remember.

Other news? Jim Kates keeps on keepin’ on, with a new translation of a book (I Have Invented Nothing, the selected poems of Jean-Pierre Rosnay). Jim also won a $1,000 prize, the Kapyla Translation Prize, for his translation of Paper-Thin Skin by Aigerim Tazhi, a Kazakhstani woman poet who writes in Russian. The judge for this prize had the following nice comment about Jim’s work: “J. Kates manages to skillfully translate the depth of Aigerim Tazhi’s poetry along with the words, a rare achievement; one hears the resonance of the original in the nuances of the translation.”

Tony Caprio is president of Western New England University, and has been in that position since 1996 (a real accomplishment, I can tell you—the average tenure for college presidents these days is six-and-a-half years, down from eight-and-a-half years a decade ago; since 1996, there have been four presidents at the college where I teach).

Steve Sellers, my old roomie, and his wife, Martha Julia, have made the move from most of the time in Boston and some of the time in Guatemala to most of the time in Guatemala with visits to Boston. They rented out their place in Lexington, Mass., and their primary residence is now the house they built in Antigua, Guatemala. Both their daughter (Sylvia) and their son (Oliver) still live in the Boston area, so they come back to visit. They didn’t exactly leave the country because of Trump’s election, but Steve does tell me that “the bellowing and blathering of the current administration is a little more bearable from a distance.”

Jim McEnteer lives in Quito, Ecuador, with his wife, Cristina, who teaches sociology at Facultad Latinoamericana de Ciencias Sociales (the Latin American Social Sciences Institute), a graduate university, and their two sons. He continues to write. For those of you who don’t remember the late 1960s, his recent article in Salon might jostle a few brain cells. It is titled “My Long Strange Winter Trip with John Perry Barlow [‘69]” and published online on June 2, 2018, at salon.com.

I heard from Charlie Green, who caught me up with the following e-mail: “I am still practicing law at the firm I helped start in 1980. I am not working as hard, but still showing up. Nancy and I will have been married 50 years this August. One of our two sons graduated from Wes, as well as his wife. We have four grandchildren, three girls and a boy. We have lived in Fort Lauderdale for over 45 years.”

In addition to some thoughtful comments about athletics at Wesleyan, Steve Duck shared some information about his life since our 50th Reunion: “Since that wonderful weekend, I have retired. I enjoyed the suggestions of my classmates to ‘wait six to 12 months’ before deciding on a new direction. I am not there yet, but I know that ‘decide’ I will. I have completed an app [Apple Store] that focuses for persons with diabetes, how the state of medicine suggests they need more insulin if they consume a hearty amount of protein and fat in their diet. That felt good. I am believing that the best way to avoid despair regarding the current political environment is to get active in working for a progressive candidate for Illinois governor. I am also still growing and learning how to parent my 16-year-old daughter while at the same time enjoying my two grandchildren! I am grateful for my life and its journey. Hope to see you soon.”

Seems like good sentiments to end with (“grateful for my life and its journey”).

Richie Zweigenhaft | rzweigen@guilford.edu

Classmates, I have some sad news to report. Our classmate, Alan Thorndike, passed away. Here is the email that a few of us received from Karl Furstenberg a few days after Alan died: “I am writing with sad news. Our classmate, my roommate and brother-in-law, died on Jan. 8. I know we were all delighted to see Alan at our 50th Reunion which he very much enjoyed. Alan was a brilliant student, distinguished scientist, and exemplary teacher. He was devoted to Wesleyan, Alpha Delt and particularly to the track and cross-country teams. Alan had a long battle with Parkinson’s disease and other maladies which he fought valiantly. He was very active in his workshop and on his bike until the last few months. In the end, complications from pneumonia took his life. I am enclosing a full obituary.”

The full obituary can be read at fhnfuneralhome.com. As you can see if you read it, Alan lived a full and accomplished life.

More next time.

Richie Zweigenhaft | rzweigen@guilford.edu

Classmates, many of you attended Reunion in late May, and all of you should have received both the Reunion book and the supplement, so you know most of what I know about what’s been going on with our classmates. Therefore, I’m mostly going to take a break from writing the usual column this time around.

However, I would like to celebrate Brian Frosh ’68 who has been in the news. As far as I know, during my four years at Wesleyan Brian was the only other person who also had gone to the same high school that I did (Walter Johnson High School in Rockville, Md., at the time the only high school in the country named after a major league baseball player. The Big Train. You could look him up. Now there is a high school named after Roberto Clemente in Chicago, and a charter high school named after Jackie Robinson in Los Angeles. Who knows, maybe there is a Duke Snider high school, a Ted Kluszewski High School, or a Jose Valdivielso High School).

After Wesleyan, Brian earned a law degree from Columbia (come to think of it, he followed me to Columbia, also) and subsequently went into private practice in Maryland. He was elected to the Maryland House of Delegates, twice, and then five times to the Maryland Senate (winning in 2006 with 75 percent of the vote, and in 2010 with 70 percent of the vote). In 2014, he was elected attorney general of Maryland.

Over the years, Brian has received lots of good press. The Washington Post called him “one of the most admired, intelligent, civil and hardworking lawmakers in Annapolis.”  These are very much adjectives that capture what I remember about Brian.

In June, I became aware of some of the current work he is doing, as did many people around the country, when he and the attorney general for D.C. sued Donald Trump for violations of the emoluments clause of the Constitution. The two attorneys general asserted that Trump’s holdings not only affected businesses in the Washington area, but raise broader, more important issues. In an interview with the Associated Press, Brian asserted that:  “We have economic interests that are impacted, but the most salient factor is that when the president is subject to foreign influence, we have to be concerned about whether the actions he’s taking—both at home and abroad—are the result of payments that he is receiving at the Trump Hotel, payments that he is receiving at Mar-a-Lago, payments that he is receiving at Trump Tower, payments that he is receiving in all of his other far-flung enterprises, and he brags about it.”

I got a number of e-mails and phone calls from high school classmates and from my sister telling me, “Hey, Brian was on the front page of the New York Times” or “Brian was on national television.”

I know that many of you are aware of the many stars produced by Wesleyan’s film and theatre program, such as Lin-Manuel Miranda ’02 (if you have not seen it, check out his performance of Hair on the streets of Los Angeles with James Corden online), and various other alumni political luminaries like Michael Bennet ’87, a senator from Colorado, and John Hickenlooper ’74, governor of Colorado. Now you also know a bit about Brian Frosh.

More about our class next time.

Richie Zweigenhaft | rzweigen@guilford.edu

Kudos to Mike Feagley, Rick Nicita, the Reunion committee, and Wesleyan’s Reunion and Commencement machine for so effectively putting together our 50th Reunion. For me, both the planned events and the unplanned events combined to allow for many memorable moments and meaningful encounters.

The planned events included, especially, Friday morning’s innocuous sounding “continental breakfast.” At that event, in a room on the second floor of Olin Library, Howie Foster (that rare quarterback who becomes a psychoanalyst) proposed to the group of 20-25 that we collectively address one of four questions. I don’t remember all four questions, but it doesn’t matter, as we didn’t really address them. We did, however, have a lively and engaging discussion about the meaning of a Wesleyan education, about whether Wesleyan had become too left and far out to attract students it should be attracting, about whether Wesleyan was no longer as committed to real diversity as it should be, about why Amherst and Williams and even Bowdoin and Trinity have done better than Wesleyan on various ratings, and much more, until we were kicked out of the room so they could set up for the next event (I am sure conversations about these issues continued throughout the weekend).

The planned events also included a memorial service for those of our classmates who have died, a session conceived and planned by Brooks Smith, Peter Kovach, and Ted Smith. Peter opened the gathering with a poem. Ted read each of the 37 names on the college’s list of those of our classmates who have died. For about half the names, one classmate or another had prepared to speak for a minute or two and did, and then he or Peter dropped a piece of glass into a large glass bowl (a Kovach-inspired eastern ritual). For the other names, there was either a moment of silence, followed by Peter dropping a piece of glass into the large bowl, or someone spontaneously rose to speak about that person (as the Quakers say, moved by the inner spirit). So there we went, alphabetically, remembering those who died long ago, a while ago, or more recently. Andy Ackemann…Jim Branigan…Myron Kinberg…Henry Regnery…Andy Ullrick… The remembrances were moving, thoughtful, and sometimes funny (he set a chair on fire and threw it out the second floor window of Clark Hall?).

There were many seminars taking place on campus. One of my favorites was given by former faculty member, Leslie Gelb, who went on to work in various high-profile jobs, including writing for the New York Times and president of the Council on Foreign Relations, about why those who conduct our foreign policy continuously make mistakes (Gelb was introduced by Professor Emeritus Karl Scheibe). Another was a panel on political dysfunction with three knowledgeable and impressive Wesleyan alumni, one of whom was Senator Michael Bennet ’87. Yet another was a panel discussion about Hollywood featuring (our own) Rick Nicita and Professor Jeanine Basinger.

The planned events also included three dinners, all set in choice locations—the Thursday night dinner in the Patricelli ’92 Theatre, the Friday night dinner with the president (“Dinner with the President! Dinner with the President”—see Woody Allen’s Bananas for the reference) in Beckham Hall, Fayerweather, and the Saturday night dinner in Olin, overlooking the football field.

But it was the unplanned events that led to many memorable encounters. I was a bit late to one of the seminars, and by the time I arrived it was so packed that I couldn’t get in. I got a cup of coffee and sat down at a table in the Usdan Center, and over the next hour, old (and getting older) friends wandered by, stopped and sat down, and we caught up—John Neff ’66, Dave McNally ’66, Dave Garrison (there was one that got away—I saw across the room, but did not get to talk with, Harry Shallcross). It was like sitting in Downey House in 1965 or 1966, killing an hour in a most enjoyable way, talking with whomever walked by after they got their mail.

My favorite comment? “I climb trees for a living” (but, Jerry Smith went on to say, even though he climbs trees for a living, his Wesleyan education has enriched his life in many ways).

My favorite outfit? At the Saturday night dinner, blue seersucker jacket, bow tie, shorts, leather shoes, black socks (Sandy Van Kennen ’66).

As those of you reading carefully have noted, there was a crew of guys from ’66 hanging around. They had such a good time last year at their Reunion that they came back this year for more (the three I have mentioned, and, also, Larry Carver ’66 and Rick Crootof ’66). It was great having them there. Also floating around the periphery on Saturday were Sandy See ’68, and Rick Voigt ’68, in part to attend the annual meeting of the Mystical Seven, but also to do some preliminary planning for their 50th next year.

It is quite a production, preparing all these Reunions AND Commencement on the same weekend. I always leave these events in awe of Wesleyan, a class act, in awe of Wesleyan alumni in general (who give such good seminars, and ask such interesting and informed questions in such an articulate way), and in awe of my classmates for all kinds of reasons.

Richie Zweigenhaft | rzweigen@guilford.edu

Classmates, you should be reading these notes in April, a month or so before our 50th Reunion.

Rick Nicita and Mike Feagley generously agreed to chair the Reunion committee that has been planning events for many months, and a crew of about 15 others also have agreed to serve on the committee. Mostly, the committee has participated in conference phone calls every month since the fall. Those who are on the committee are planning to be at the Reunion, so, just in case you still have not yet decided whether or not to attend, I’ll list their names here in order to entice you to come to Middletown. They are (in addition to Feagley and Nicita), alphabetically, Len Bergstein, Wayne Diesel, John Dooley, Karl Furstenberg, Dave Garrison, Arthur Gingrande, Reuben Johnson, Aidan Jones, Jim Kates, Peter Kovach, Bob Pawlowski, Gar Richlin, Ted Smith, Paul Stowe, Bob vom Eigen, Andy Witt, and your humble class secretary, almost always last in alphabetical order (well, there was a guy in the class ahead of us named John Zywvna ’66).

Numerous others had, as of late December, indicated that they, too, will attend.  They are: Peter Bell, Tony Caprio, Jim Cawse, Muggsy Corr, Steve Duck, Pat Dwyer, Robert Elliott, Howie Foster, George Hicks, Bob Kesner, Bill Klaber, Jeff Oram-Smith, Steve Pfeif, Ned Preble, Joel Rottner, Bill Rowe, Steve Sellers, Dennis Smith, Paul Stowe, Jim Sugar, Alan Thorndike, and Peter Waasdorp.

And then there are bunch of classmates who had said “maybe,” or “50/50,” “possibly,” “unsure,” or “probably.” They are: John Arnault, Frederick Davies, Fred Freije, Tony Gaeta, Jeff Galloway, Gary Johnson, Chris Livesay, Bill Macoy, Jeff Marshall, George McKechnie, David Miller, Bruce Morningstar, John Murdock, Alan Neebe, Paul Nibur, Mark Scarlett, Harry Shallcross, Chris Sidoli, Ed Simmons, and Joe Smith.

And, just in case you need slightly more enticement, a crew of guys from the class of 1966 had such a good time at their Reunion, and tell me that they remember some of us so fondly, that they are planning to come back to “our” Reunion to hang with each other again and to see us. They include Larry Carver ’66, John Neff ’66, Dave McNally ’66, Rick Crootof ’66, maybe Hardy Spoehr ’66, and maybe some others.

I am working with Bob vom Eigen and Bob Pawlowski (“the Bobs”) on a Reunion book that hopefully you have contributed to, but even if you haven’t, is fun to read and is scheduled to be mailed to you around the end of April or early May. In addition to the contributions that you submitted, it includes some recollections about favorite faculty members, some remembrances that some of you have written about classmates who have died, and some articles and photos from The Argus and the yearbook.

I will try to take good notes when I am there, and share some of what I learn during the weekend in subsequent sets of class notes. But hey, why depend on me—come see for yourself. Check out all those above who said “yes,” and whichever of the “maybes” show up. For now, I hope to see you in late May. I won’t say this will be your last chance to attend a Reunion, but you won’t be surprised to learn that attendance is highest at the 50th. After that, olds grads still stagger back for Reunions, but there are fewer who do so. In the words of Janis Joplin (mentioned in a recent set of 1968 class notes—apparently she gave a concert at Wesleyan in the spring of 1968, and then she partied all night with the brothers at DKE), “get it while you can.”

Richie Zweigenhaft | rzweigen@guilford.edu