LEFT: A mini mini-reunion: Three Class of ’57 HGS alumni, and wives, met for lunch at the Matunuck Oyster Bar in South Kingston, Rhode Island. From left are Marilyn Schwartz, Dave Opton, Alan Cadan, Joe Schwartz, Lynn Cadan, and MaryAnn Opton.
depression, to arrive this evening. Looking forward to a little less excitement. Best to all. Peter. P.S. I replied so quickly because I was so excited to finally get our internet back!” Doug Fitzsimmons : “Just to report… Judy and I have sold our condo in Boston, and one week ago relocated our principal residence to Linden Ponds, a continuing care retirement community in Hingham, Massachusetts. Happy Thanksgiving!” Joe Schwartz : “Marilyn and I have emerged with pretty good health, vigor, and enthusiasm from our pandemic-induced domestic sheltering. Our first overseas trip since late 2019 was our ninth to Italy, highlighted by the Roman-style colonnaded buildings and gelati emporiums of old Torino; the tranquil, picturesque coastal town of Santa Margherita; the huge ancient Arena and Juliet’s balcony of Verona; and the bustling city of Bologna. In between were sites at which we savored artisanal $100 balsamic vinegar, observed how Parmesan cheese was made and stored, attended a cooking school and made fresh tortelloni and tagliatelle with ragù sauce, and toured small vineyards, tasting to excess (!) their exquisite, top-of-the-line Amarone and Barolo wines. At the University of Bologna, the oldest in Europe, it was a bit disconcerting to note that on this urban campus the old-style, beautiful ancient structures were extensively covered with graffiti, and even more shocking to see nearly everywhere the slogan ‘All Lives Matter.’ We discussed this at length with students and a few faculty members at various cafés. Probably while this is being read, or easily skipped over, I will be in the mountains west of Mexico City. Inspired by my involvement at the American Museum of Natural History as a docent in the Live Butterfly Vivarium, I will be hiking and horseback riding to various designated reserves to witness and study the tens of millions of monarch butterflies that are over-wintering in the forests after migrating up to 3,000 miles from the northern tier. This is truly one of the natural wonders, and mysteries, of the world. May all of you, my former classmates, enjoy the blessings of good, or at least decent, health and experience joy and fulfillment in the New Year.”
1957 DAY AND PHS Alumnae interested in serving as correspondents for the Class of 1957 DAY or PHS may contact Donna Vinci at classnotes@hopkins.edu. 1958 HGS, DAY, AND PHS 65th Reunion, June 2–3, 2023 Alumni interested in serving as correspondents for the Class of 1958 HGS, DAY, or PHS may contact Donna Vinci at classnotes@hopkins.edu. 1959 HGS William F. Dow III wdow@jacobslaw.com Well, it’s time once again, in one way or another, to travel back to 986 Forest Road and simpler times of youth, enthusiasm,
their sons James (Jason) and Jeremy in Fairfield before retiring to Charlottesville, Virginia, in 2011. There is, however, other news of a more pleasant nature. I heard from Rennie Allen , who provided the following: “I remain holed up with wife, Deborah, in the Peoples Republic of Takoma Park, Maryland, nesting place of the wind-chime liberal. Same house, an American foursquare with a tin roof — I paid $60,000 for it in 1977. Up the road is son novelist/brewer/bassist and businessman, Nicholas, with three children. Down in Charlotte, North Carolina, is son and law partner, Peter, with two sons and a low golf handicap. Out in Carlsbad, California, is marathoning daughter, Hannah, with two handsome, athletic, blond California kids. After a career of feature writing and editing during the glory years at The Washington Post — garnished with a Pulitzer Prize, a novel, collections of my journalism, poetry and criticism in The New York Review of Books and the New Yorker , lectures at Princeton, the Naval Postgraduate School and many elsewheres, a faculty position at the University of Maryland. I experienced a Marine tour in Vietnam, endured an anti-war arrest and jailing and got into a fistfight that ended my employment at The Post . After Vietnam, I sampled the fungible realities of the 1960s. Later I played squash, raced dinghies, commuted by bicycle and shot pistols and shotguns at appropriate targets, I had a side passion of art, with works to be seen at a henryallenstudio. blogspot.com. Then I made the mistake of taking up golf. I did love Hopkins. I learned so much from the brilliance of my classmates and from the social metaphysics of a decaying New England factory town, and from acquaintance with the bewitchingly intelligent girls across town at
naivete, ignorance, insecurity and, inevitably, acne and Brylcreem. Unfortunately, the trip cannot be
accomplished without disappointment. Two of our classmates, Dave Cleaver and Jim McKeon are no longer with us. Ours was a small class, and every loss is meaningful. Dave passed on in September. After graduating from Hopkins, he earned a Bachelor's degree in economics from Oberlin, as well as Master's and Doctoral degrees from the University of Illinois. He spent part of his career as a teacher at the University of New Haven, and later became the Coordinator of Statistical Information Systems at the Connecticut State Department of Education. Jim passed away in November. We all remember Jim was active in student government, the swimming team and golf. He went on to graduate from Dartmouth College in 1963. Jim and his wife, Susan, lived and raised
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