CLASS OF 1989 | 2014 | ISSUE 3
Jonathan reports on the 25th Reunion:
We kick off the 25th Reunion report with a big thank you to Phoebe Boyer, our class representative, and our entire Reunion committee, without whom this weekend would not have been the great success it was. It was great to see her and her husband, Todd Snyder ’84, at all the events and making sure everyone was well-outfitted with their drawstring bags.
Like many others, my weekend started sitting in traffic along I-95. Poor David Milch had to spend 90 minutes in the Stamford train station waiting for me, but after I picked him up, the next 90 minutes of traffic was an opportunity to hear about his delicious daughter and his work as program coordinator for Wesleyan’s Institute for Curatorial Practice in Performance.
Thankfully, the traffic was a distant memory by the time we made it to WesWings, with 100 or so classmates, for a gathering graciously hosted by Ed Thorndike. Thank you, Ed; I can’t wait to get my family up there to sample the tasty-looking menu.
Some observations from that event include: Dina Goldman is working in film in New York, and raising her son with her longtime boyfriend. David Williams brought the entire family along—wife and three children—all of them seemed to be enjoying themselves almost as much as David, who had a big smile on his face all weekend. Andy Nakahata and I reminisced about the importance of family and how the memory of a small event can be enduring. Norm Beaulieu shared with me the truly inspiring economic and community development work he is doing in Africa through his organization, Villagecorps. Norm also extolled the beauty of the Maine coast, a sentiment shared by Cecilia Johnson Guecia, who recently moved there. Indy Neidell had come with his lovely girlfriend from Sweden, where he has been living for many years now. He also clued me in on an upcoming album he’s releasing with his band, the Southside Stalkers. I also learned that night that Jennifer Levine continues to make LA her home base while she “traffics in storytelling.”
After things wound down, a good crowd made its way over to the ’92 Theater to enjoy a concert headlined by our very own Dave Keller. Later, back at the bucolic Rocky Hill Sheraton, Hellura Lyle and I closed the hotel bar (outlasting a raucous wedding party) by waxing nostalgic about living and growing up in New York City. I also want to thank Hellura for introducing to me to Allison Downer—how did we not meet earlier?
Saturday started with the requisite pilgrimage to O’Rourkes. Julia Randall Brock joined us after a brisk four-hour drive from her new home near her old home in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. She recently relocated there from Vermont with her husband, son, and daughter, and is now providing OB/GYN services to medically underserved communities.
After we wrapped up our high-calorie meal, we turned our table over to Stephanie Dolgoff, Michele Chase, Susan Paley, and Jennifer Levine. Stephanie is navigating raising twin girls in New York City; Michele recently moved from Seattle back to the Bay Area; and Sue has been very involved in building Beats Audio to be the hot brand it is today.
Making our way over to Foss Hill, we found the 1989 contingent to be in full force.
Katy Storms regaled Kelem Butts and me with her tales of gum smuggling in Singapore, where she lived for two years with her husband (in the US Navy) and their three sons. They are now in the DC area, where Katy also teaches writing instruction in the military. Kellem is in Dallas, Texas, with his girlfriend of 19 years, and recently started a new job with a foundation that funds drop-out prevention programs nationwide. Jason Weinberg and I reminisced at length about the number of Stuyvesant HS folks who also went to Wesleyan. He’s back in the City now after many years in LA, so I’m looking forward to meeting his beau and their twin sons. Oona Metz was down from Cambridge, Mass., where she’s living with her wife and their daughters. Alex Aron was up from Brooklyn, N.Y., where she lives only blocks away with her husband and their three kids. She drove up with my old housemate Arthur Halpern, who was sharing photos of his son that he is raising with his partner in Brooklyn. Kate True and I also swapped stories about being parents of daughters who are rising seniors considering Wesleyan.
No sunny afternoon on Foss Hill is complete without tossing a Frisbee. For this, I was fortunate that former Nietzsche Factor buddies Phineas Baxandall, Rob Featherstone, and Chris Zurn were present. Rob is a cinematographer in Beacon, N.Y., where he lives with his wife and their 8-year-old daughter, who already knows she wants to be a veterinarian. Phineas Baxandall is in Cambridge, Mass., with his son and daughter, who, coincidentally, also wants to be a veterinarian. Chris is also in Cambridge, raising his son. Not sure about his future career plans.
As the shadows lengthened across Andrus Field, there were moments when it felt like the day would just last forever. But eventually, like our time at Wes, it was time to move on.
The next stop was Beckham Hall (née Fayerweather) for our class dinner. Ethan Vesley-Flad led us in a beautiful moment of silence to remember our fellow classmates who have passed away. Then David Milch and Michele Barnwell were recognized for their service to our class over the years. Extra shout out to Michele who, as senior class secretary, has been a pillar of support and a fountain of energy helping this rookie get up to secretarial speed.
Formalities having been dispensed with, our class got down to some serious chatter, drinking, and eating. Well, it would have been serious if Leeeza Robbins’ daughter had not been keeping everyone entertained working the room with her knock-knock jokes, and generally charming the crowd. Her primary instigators for this activity were Josh Sirefman and Natalie Dorset. Leeeza, with these two guiding your daughter, her fortune is assured. Garry Schumacher was fresh from a concert earlier in the day that featured, among other pieces, a woman rubbing a balloon against her arm to create sound—er, music. Ah, Wesleyan. Around this time, I finally got to thank Dar Williams in person for raising my cool level significantly in my adolescent daughter’s eyes. I also spotted Matt Coan, Jim Lukowski, Mike Charlton, and others, chatting with their old football coach, Mike Whalen ’83.
When the dinner finally ended—read: “free bar closed”—the troops made their way to the large tent for the all-campus “end of the world as we know it” party. Oh, those poor graduates, if they only knew how true that statement is….
Words fail me here—best google “Class of ’89 Dance Moves” on YouTube instead.
For me, the evening wrapped up with a visit to the falafel truck alongside Alpha Delt, where David Milch, Adam Long, Sandeep Wadhwa, and John Hlinko waxed incoherent and giddily about the weekend.
I’m sure I’ve forgotten more people and conversations than I’ve listed here. My apologies for the oversights and inaccuracies. At least, you got me on the south side of 50—by our next Reunion you’ll be lucky if I remember anything at all.
See you at the 30th, everyone. Book now.—JF
Michele adds: So glad Jonathan wrote everything down as it was happening around him. I, on the other hand, remember nothing and should be chewing on ginkgo biloba like it’s a pack of Skittles. No.Memory.What.So.Ever. It’s getting bad y’all. Good news is I do remember some things. Like feeling that everyone looked so doggone great and I had so much fun! So awesome to see sir George Cabrera! Nice to chat up Clarence Williams at WesWings. Nice to grab photo ops here and there ,too—especially with a good handful of my beautiful and accomplished frosh hallmates including Lynn Alberding. Got to see Reggie Jenkins (and his adorable offspring)—he’s still good ole Reg’! It was fun to catch up and break bread with my former fellow Intown inmate, Laura Flaxman. Laura and I were roomies for the weekend. She is doing very well back in Cali. Had great conversation with the ever-so-lovely Amy Randall. Got to see Stu Berman at Reunion and post-reunion in LA for dinner. Nice to catch up with my fellow Foss Hill-er. There were so many more faces and it was great seeing every last one. P.S. A warm loving but real side-eye to Melinda Weekes, Jacqueline Wheeler Lee, Denise Hill, and Marilyn Selena Davis, too! My girls, whom I missed seeing.
There is no perfect segue here…On a sad note, our classmate Anthony “Tony” Stephenson passed away and we received a most moving e-mail from our classmate Kevin Majewski about him: “Tony became a close friend during college. Although it became less frequent as the years passed, I always looked forward to hearing from him since graduation. Tony was a skilled writer, and it was through his writing that I was able to enjoy the sharp wit and self-deprecating humor which he was known for at Wesleyan. He was a talented athlete, competing for both the Wesleyan football and baseball teams. He could often be found shooting baskets in the gym when he was not at a formal team practice. Tony was a member of the Psi Upsilon fraternity, and an accomplished history major. He always carried with him a unique perspective and sly grin which I will miss dearly. We can all be appreciative of the experiences we shared with Tony, and never forget our classmate who brought joy to many of us.” Well said, Kevin.
And again, there’s no perfect segue here… Sincerely hope to hear from those not mentioned here already. It would be great to send us a shout and let us know you’re doing all right. Be well, y’all—MB
jonathan fried | jonathan.l.fried@gmail.com
MICHELE BARNWELL | fishtank_michele@yahoo.com