CLASS OF 1970 | 2014 | ISSUE 3

Aloha, all. We don’t have a lot of news this time, unfortunately, but here’s what we have:

Stephen Policoff (“The Poet is In”—Hewitt Hall, 1966) wrote what sounds like a heart-wrenching tale of problems with our health care system. Here’s Stephen’s news: “My memoir about my late wife’s journey through New York Hospital Hell, Sixteen Scenes From a Film I Never Wanted to See, was published by Monkey Puzzle Press last January (and yes, it is just as frothy a read as it sounds). An excerpt from my second novel is in the current (summer) issue of the hipster dad magazine Kindling Quarterly. Another excerpt is in the upcoming issue of Provincetown Arts. The novel itself, Come Away, will be published in November by Dzanc Books.” Thanks for the news, Stephen. My heart goes out to you.

This time around we have a double first for this column, in my memory, at least. Two of you sent photos. It’s a sign of the times, for sure. Look for them online at classnotes.blogs.wesleyan.edu/.

One of the photos is from Jeff Sarles. Seems he and Gary Hill took in a Yankees-White Sox game. Says Jeff, “Russ: Attached is a photo of Gary Hill (on the left) and me (on the right) (both class of 1970) at a Yankees-White Sox game on August 23 at Yankee Stadium. If you run this, please be sure to note that Gary is a Mets fan and that I’m a White Sox fan so that no one mistakes us for Yankee fans.” Consider that gauntlet thrown down, Jeff. You didn’t mention the score, but I checked and it was 5-3 Yankees. As it happens, I watched a White Sox-Orioles game in June in Baltimore. With the storm break in the middle, the game went into 12 innings before the Os took it 5-4. Fourth row, just past third base. Great game! (Last-minute word:  Congratulations to S.F. Giants fans for winning a well-played World Series against the K.C. Royals.)

And speaking of baseball, turns out fellow fan Ted Reed exercised his editing powers helping our own Dr. John (Yurechko) write the following piece, accompanied by a photo: “How I Spent the 4th of July 2014:

“My Revolutionary War re-enactment unit participated in the July 4th festivities at Mt. Vernon, Va. I assumed guard duty near a strategic storage shed. I had my photo taken more than 300 times. Photos first with the wife, then husband. Photos with families of two, no three, four, five children. Mass photos with busloads of teenagers and busloads of veterans. People from China, France, the Philippines, India, numerous African nations, even Canadians and Brits. People who claimed to be relatives of John Paul Jones, Genghis Khan, the Saracens and rock’n’roll stars. Tall people, short people, fat people, skinny people. White, black, brown, tan, red people. Pregnant women. Women who wanted to be pregnant and women who did not want to be pregnant. Little old ladies who pinched me, wanting two . . .’C’mon Sweetie’ . . . no three, four pictures. Grandfathers who did not know how to take a cell phone photo. Boys with dreadlocks in attitude poses, arms crossed, chests puffed out. I did ‘Selfies’ with pre-pubescents. Action shots with bearded guys and blond gals wearing baseball hats or football jerseys. People from every state in the Union and a good percent of the United Nations. Kids with mothers threatening: ‘Bradley! Stand next to that nice soldier for a picture or else you won’t get any food for three weeks!’ Or ‘I’m a state senator from Illinois. How about a picture?’ One couple insisted I pose with their two dogs. What was I supposed to say? No? Sixteen tourists asked me if I was George Washington. Four of those asked me where my tomb was. ‘Did anyone ever tell you look like George Washington?’ Only two people asked me where the toilets were. There were Catholics, Buddhists, Muslims, Hindus, atheists and polytheists. Click, click, click! I was dragged into a portrait shot of an extended family from Puerto Rico, with me in the middle. I was captured by every type of camera imaginable: old Polaroids, Instamatics, brightly colored cell phones and lap tops, disposables, $3,000 professional lenses. That storage shed stood at a crossroads for a procession of All of Humanity. I’m now posted on various crannies of the Information vacation world—your very own July 4th photograph. That nice soldier who was not George Washington.” [Signed] “John Yurechko (Class of 1970), 1st Virginia Regiment of the Continental Line, McLean, Virginia.”

John, that’s a terrific account. I never understood reenactments—still don’t—but I was totally transported by your piece.

Expecting Steve Ingraham in a few weeks. News on that in the next column.

I thought we had more news this time, but I’m not finding it on my computer, so I guess I’ll end with best wishes for the upcoming fall season. Not too soon to plan to attend the class Reunion next May. Unless some miracle occurs, I can’t see making it; it falls close to the end of our school year, but I hope many of you will get there.

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