Class of 75 Yearbook

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Letter from

Dr. John Austin

Dear Members of the Class of 1975,

Congratulations on your 50th Reunion! This milestone is worthy of celebration and a moment to connect with one another and reflect on your time at Deerfield.

Planning an event such as this requires many hands and hearts, so I want to begin by thanking your classmates for their hard work these past months. Through their efforts—and those of my colleagues here on campus—you will, I am sure, enjoy a very special weekend.

Many of you have participated in previous reunions or returned to campus with your children, who are students or alumni themselves. For others, it’s been a while since you’ve been back. I think each of you will find a school that has both changed and remained true to its mission.

In the most essential ways, Deerfield remains Deerfield. We are committed to community, tradition, service, sportsmanship, respect, high expectations—and a student experience defined by a deep sense of belonging. Faculty, as you know, are broadly engaged in the lives of our students and model our core values for them. I hope you’ll have a chance to spend time with teachers over the weekend. Like me, they enjoy talking with—and learning from—alumni.

The Deerfield that students and faculty know today is in many ways a reflection of the support, time, and care that alumni have shown over the years. Thank you for everything that you’ve done to help get us here.

I am especially grateful that you are working to support the Deerfield Fund, which fuels every facet of our program from academics to the arts to financial aid. Your generosity ensures that current and future students will flourish, and it creates a proud and lasting legacy for the Great Class of 1975.

June will be here before you know it. Until then, I send my best wishes and warmest regards.

Sincerely,

Sincerely,

Dr. John Austin Head of School

Cover illustration by Ted Warner

Welcome Letter from the Yearbook Committee

Fellow classmates of the Great Class of ’75,

Thank you all for entrusting us to dig around in the recesses of our past. Some nooks shone bright, others remained mysteriously dim, and still others blazed like celestial revelation. All in all though, we were grateful for the opportunity, even as our efforts begged constant astonishment: Wait, what, we really did that? We hope that our archeological research will resonate in your hearts and minds, and that memories herein will bring forth a smile, perhaps a chortle, maybe even an occasional shriek of laughter. We certainly covered a wide spectrum of our shared experiences, from rereading Schefty’s Scroll columns to uncovering neverpublished yearbook photos, all while gleefully noting our abundant hair and questionable fashion choices.

For many of us, it doesn’t pay to dwell on the past, but Deerfield Reunions are different. We are supposed to think back on our successes, our challenges, friendships that remain strong today, as well as those long-ago fleeting moments that gave our Deerfield experiences a richness that’s endured for over fifty years. From time to time it’s good to reminiscence, and to keep it all in context we’ve included lists of music and movies and iconic images of

events that impacted our lives. And they were interesting times. Of course, the heart of this 50th Reunion Yearbook are the dozens of updated classmate bios and accompanying photos—thank you all!

The saddest side of this effort was seeing the many old photos of classmates no longer with us. Too many have left too soon. We plan to cherish their memories even as we make new ones when we return to the Valley this June.

It’s been a blast combing through the Academy’s archives, reaching out to classmates, and finding never published photos from private collections. Some of us were Steve McQueen cool, others didn’t even know who he was, still others didn’t care. Some of us weren’t sure about anything. But, today, we can look back on our one to four years at Deerfield and be sure that the experience informed our lives ever since. Please enjoy.

So, no buffoonery, be worthy of your heritage, and finish up strong!

Your loyal yearbook committee, Tom Broadhurst & Dwight Hilson

Our 25th reunion!

CAMPUS MAP

Excerpt from the 1974–1975

Rules and Expectations for Deerfield Students

Excerpt from the 2024–2025

Rules and Expectations for Deerfield Students

Admission Fast Facts—Then & Now

Dorm Photos 1974

Girls Schools

The DEERFIELD SCROLL

Photos by Butz

Photos by Butz

The Class of ’ 75

RONALD (RON) BARTOS

An engineer for 37 years, I met and married a fantastic woman along the way. Janet and I have been married for 34 years, and we’ve had a wonderful life together, including tons of almost unbelievable hiking, cross country skiing, biking, and sea kayaking; continuing now through our retirement years, despite our growing list of physical limitations. One quest in our retirement is to see a game in all 30 Major League Baseball parks—we have three to go. Just keepin’ on, keepin’ on now, day by day.

At viewpoint of Isle of Skye 6-19-24. Day 4 Hike The Quiraing with 50-60 mph north winds!

DOUGLAS (DOUG) ALLEN ROBERT (BOB) BASS

I attended Deerfield as a one-year senior, so I tended to hang with the PG’s and was a little jealous of the relationships developed by the “four-year boys.” When I was accepted for Early Decision at Bowdoin, I dropped French and added Studio Art...not something my parents were particularly impressed by! My Bowdoin years were much fun, intermixed with academics. I attempted to play soccer and lacrosse for one season each, but did manage to make the Bowdoin Ski Team all four years. During early season alpine skiing, our coach suggested that I “concentrate” on Nordic—and that was good advice. We were NCAA Div II, so (luckily) we never got to ski against Phil Mann’s Middlebury team!

Following Bowdoin, I joined the US Navy submarine service. My first two years were shipboard, patrolling the North Atlantic based out of Scotland. This was 1980 - 1982, so the Cold War was going strong with a lot of Soviet marine activity. My last two years were spent in Bangor, WA at a brand-new training facility for the latest class of ballistic submarines.

I planned to then join the business world but realized there was more to procurement than simply asking the ship’s Supply Officer for something. So, I entered the Tuck School of Business at Dartmouth and, well, survived. Upon graduation, I returned to Maine and have spent an “eclectic” career in the marine, ski resort, and sporting goods industries, as well as some commercial lending. During semi-retirement, I coached middle school Nordic skiing for several years and worked in our town’s Finance Department. I fully retired from the town at the end of 2024.

I have been married for 30-plus years to my wife, Gretchen, and have two 20-something daughters, Karoline and Krista. Our older daughter, Karoline, graduated from St. Lawrence University in 2022 and Krista from the University of Vermont (the photo is of the three ladies at Krista’s graduation in 2024). The other photos show some evening fun on an Allagash River trip and me recently celebrating the asset transfer of an Outdoor Center I helped champion (per Gretchen, aka Bob’s Daycare) to our local Land Trust!

THOMAS (TOM) BROADHURST

I met a California blonde at Trader Vic’s in the basement of the Plaza. I married her. We lived in London for 5 years and I thought we’d stay there forever. We had to move back, losing a lot of money on the house we spent a year renovating. We moved to Greenwich, bought a house, had two kids, and lived happily ever after, so far. I work very hard to maintain my mediocre talents as a suburban athlete, playing golf, tennis, squash, and sailing. My daughter is a member of the Class of ’11. She got married this year to a great guy she met at Georgetown. They live in LA. Our son lives in San Francisco with his doctor girlfriend (possible news pending). My bucket list has now shrunk to a small pail list. Not because I have checked so many things off, but because I am well into my journey to become a grumpy old man and don’t care that much anymore. Maybe playing Augusta would be the major item left. Or only getting up once during the night.

I saved 20% on my insurance by switching to PURE. I lost 20% of my body weight by going on tirzepatide. I have shaken the hand of Neil Armstrong, Jerry Garcia, Muhammed Ali, and Tom Seaver.

It’s been a great ride with a magnificent partner. I have been blessed.

MICHAEL (BURK) BURKIN

After the warm confines of Deerfield, I headed to Trinity for a major in history. Having interned at the federal and state levels, I became a political consultant for a year in Providence. Then, it was back home to Boston for a law degree at Suffolk. Upon graduation, I worked as both a real estate attorney and developer for various real estate companies. When the bank crisis hit New England in the ’80’s, I joined the FDIC, for what felt like mandatory service as a real estate asset liquidator with a portfolio the size of a small bank. Thereafter, in 1995, I opened my own office and practiced real estate law with most of my clients being commercial syndicators and asset managers. Today I am still working, but at a much-reduced pace and almost exclusively remote at our homes in either Playa Mujeres (MX) or in Waterford, VT. I remarried to Sonia in 2019, and she is multi-lingual (in addition to English —Spanish, Italian, French, and some Hebrew) so there are lots of languages heard in our homes. Her extended Mexican family has been an amazing gift to me, and our two families have meshed

together seamlessly. My daughter, Liza (35) lives in Providence and is an urban planner working with Volpe Corporation. But her true passion is bike lane advocacy, and she also runs a non-profit in Providence promoting bike lane usage. Alec (32) lives in southern Tel Aviv with his fiancée, Danielle, and he works as a management consultant for US companies (currently Gift of Life Biologics) as well as his own tax advisory firm. No grandkids yet but hope springs eternal. Lastly, my dog Cello (he is a Logatto Romagnolo—truffle dogs!) is 10 and a huge part of our lives. He is a service dog and travels everywhere we go. For activities other than work, I am still skiing, playing golf, and always working on my Spanish.

GERARD (GERRY) CIARCIA

Betsy and I just had our first granddaughter, Marlowe. I have included pictures of my wife, Betsy, and our three wonderful children: Maggie, Cal, and Tess. We are in our 30th year owning Home*Land Realty, a very successful real estate business in Dennis, MA, on Cape Cod. Previous to that, I played ice hockey in Europe for 11 years, which included the 1984 Olympics for Team Italy.

Happy 50th, Deerfield Alumni!!

I’ve been living in a small town in SW Georgia for half my life. After college, I lived in Baltimore for nine years where my three children were born and I interacted with Bob Warfield. When my wife completed her masters in English from Johns Hopkins, she was offered a fellowship at Florida State and we relocated to her parents’ home town within commuting distance of Tallahassee. I was surprised to see that Blair Dickinson (DA ’74) was the sports editor of the local newspaper. (Mark Berlin ’76 called him “Gomer!”) He was amused when I called to complain that he wasn’t publishing New England prep school results. I embraced the community, teaching Sunday school at the First Presbyterian Church when my children were young and was ordained as a deacon there. I have been friends with Charles Conklin (DA ’71) here for 30 years. While pursuing her doctorate, my wife decided she preferred academia to motherhood

JOHN CLOUGH

and divorced me. I was a single parent for several years and continued community service, heading the World Mission Conference one year, the pledge drive another and volunteering for the Jail Mission for 25 years. I served eight years on the board of the Thomas County Museum of History, worked several years with the Community Preservation program and was vice president and board member of community theater where I produced the musical Pirates of Penzance and appeared on stage a few times.

Along the way, I met the love of my life. Marlis was a German citizen when I met her. She strove to become a U.S. citizen and helped see my youngest through high school and all three through college. After 19 wonderful years together, she died suddenly of heart failure one afternoon while I was at work. Since retiring, I have been freed from poring over tedious equity, economic and financial reports

to indulge in literature. Health issues will prohibit me from attending the reunion. (It sucks getting old when you haven’t taken care of your body.) I have many fond memories of Deerfield, from Marc Meyer pulling out a bottle of bourbon from his closet at John Williams house to the raucous post-Choate party at the shack! I will be with you in spirit and will indulge in a lobster while you do the same.

BLAKE ANDERSON JAMES (JIM) DEWOLFE

I am happy to report that life has been a fun and rewarding journey. After growing up in a tiny town in Vermont, I was fortunate to attend Deerfield, and then UVM, and credit my experience and friendships there with what has been a very fulfilling trajectory.

After 25 years in the institutional capital markets as a bond trader at Morgan Stanley in New York and then Head of Capital Markets at Thomas Weisel Partners in San Francisco, I managed to escape back to the mountains, and now live full time in Ketchum, Idaho.

I married a beautiful and energetic Swede, and we raised our four amazing children in the mountain west. At the time of our move, I started my own investment management business, Northside Capital Management, which I run today as CEO and CIO.

I took over a year off from work in 1992 to build a house from scratch in the Columbia River Gorge (wind sport capital of the U.S.), which my family and friends still enjoy to this day. I am constantly involved in fun activities with my wife and four children. We enjoy skiing, wing foiling, windsurfing, fishing, hunting, mountaineering, riding bikes, etc. I recently took up motocross and snowmobiling—as my kids are into it and they say that challenging yourself physically is a great way to stay young!

My philanthropy has been locally focused to-date as I feel this is where I can make a real difference and the results are very tangible.

Please look me up if you are in my neighborhoods of Sun Valley, Idaho or Hood River, Oregon!

Jim and Eva

Jim DeWolfe Family

GRAHAM ANTHONY II RALPH EARLE

Well, plans are one thing, life is another ball of wax. Fifty years ago, I had it figured out: Graduate from DA, college, law school, an ADA job in RI, then run for Congress. Who knows what could have happened after that?

Well, a year of ski bumming after college and two years of energy policy work at a DC law firm convinced me that law school was not for me. Still intent on public service, I was, to my surprise, admitted to this funky program at Yale that, after two years of hard labor, granted me a Master’s in Public and Private Management. I had an offer from the City of New York but the salary wouldn’t cover my rent so I went into the private sector—joining a consulting firm, and then founding one, focused on business strategy.

In 1987, my partner and I sold our company, and, my yen for the public sector unabated, I went to work for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, where I helped develop the first statewide recycling program. I was subsequently asked to serve as Assistant Sec-

retary of Environmental Affairs, the best job I ever had. I woke up every morning knowing that if I did well, 6MM people would be better off. Highly motivating! Elections were held and the winners decided that they didn’t want me around so I spent the next five years back in consulting—this time on environmental strategy with big industrial companies. I left when I was asked to run an NGO that worked on initiatives that made both environmental and business sense. I spent the final stage of my career as the co-founder of a venture group investing in renewable energy.

That’s the personal/professional story. The personal one is much more fun! Another important thing that happened in grad school: I met Jane Mendillo. As my college roommate said, “The best evidence of imperfect markets is that Jane married Ralph.” True enough but marry me she did, in 1986 and, decades later, every day I wake with her is a good day. We focused on work and play until Elizabeth showed her pretty head. Thomas and his huge smile showed up

two years later and we were in full domestic mode. Both kids went to Deerfield and being a parent was much more fun than being a student (and I loved DA!). At one point, a dozen or more of us had kids at the school and parents’ weekends were mini reunions.

Today, Elizabeth and Thomas are fully launched, off the payroll and in committed relationships with awesome men. Jane and I are retired and spend a lot of time traveling—mostly to Europe but, recently, farther afield. Golf, skiing, cooking, reading and time with family and friends are the things that now bring us joy.

The four years I spent at Deerfield were fundamental to who I am today. The friendships, the tight bonds that came from sports, dorms, and small classes seem to me to be impossible to replicate. The education was superb and I remain grateful to Messrs. Young, Hohner, McGlynn, Pynchon, and Morsman for what they taught me both in the classroom and out. See you all next June!

CHARLES (CHUCK) ELLIOTT

Thought I’d start with what Deerfield has meant to me, beginning with how nice it has been to re-engage with some of the crew recently as part of our 50th— we grew up together! A few of the things that came to my mind as I reflected on my Deerfield experience were:

• The teachers, the houses, the sports teams

• My first concert (were you there?): The James Montgomery Band

• The record store in Greenfield where I bought my first album“The Who–Live at Leeds

• The long bus rides home that became very cool train rides to DC—thank you Rich Gray

• The unstoppable Mr. Morsman

• Mr. Reed leading the squash and tennis teams

• The school dances with the girls schools where I tried to learn to not be totally awkward around the opposite sex!

• The Rock

• The feeling of magnificence evoked on returning to the gorgeous grounds, the country setting, the handsome, traditional buildings.

• Memories of classmates who welcomed me and became friends. (Dick Schoeffler, you are sorely missed).

The sons of Deerfield rally, in thoughts of boyhood days…

I went to Harvard for a Bachelor’s in Engineering and a PhD in Life—all in four years! I was then a software programmer for three years, and then went to MIT for an MBA (bit backwards on school sequencing, but it worked for me!). After finishing my formal schooling, it was off to Intel and a move back to where I was born in the SF Bay Area. Quickly realized, I was spending the majority of my time in SF and moved there and bought my first house. The music scene was (and still is) incredible. My love for music was sparked, fed, and watered by friends at Deerfield—and I sincerely thank you all!

Moved from Intel into the computer networking space—had an incredible ride at Cisco as their first Director of Product Management, and the headed to Europe for five years—first part in Paris (where my first son, Gregory, was born) and then in Brussels (where my first daughter, Stephanie, was born). Then moved back to SF with my family into a

beautiful home and achieved my original life goal of retiring at 40. I had 10 great years with my children (my second son, Jonathan, was born in SF), but unfortunately the crash of 2008 demolished my retirement funds and the value of my house and I wound up having to return to work and downsize. Restarted on another great ride with Arista Networks, and continue there to this day—though not without daily thoughts of retirement once again. The difference is this time, I know there is no going back so I’m being a bit more cautious in my timing. I exercise every day for a couple of hours—just running and biking at this point. Covid killed my interest, for the time being, in being indoors on a squash court—hoping that will change in the next year or two. Still play some occasional tennis, but need to step that up. Main activity of interest at present is live concerts—just saw The Rolling Stones, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, and Bruce Springsteen over the past year or so— and a host of incredible folkies at local venues. Best of all, my second daughter, Kate, who I have with my wife, Brooke, loves going to see live music. Her nickname at school is “Concert Girl!” Good to know the legacy has been passed on.

I’m still hoping to be able to come to the 50th reunion, but the odds are long. I’ve been living with a digestive system disorder for the past few years, that, despite multiple doctors and treatment attempts, does not allow me to travel. Fingers crossed that I can reverse this in time to see everyone again—if not, my sincere regrets and I will miss you all. Best wishes for 2025 and the time to come. If you are ever coming to San Francisco, please do look me up!

GEOFFREY (GEOFF) EMANUEL

Living the retirement dream in Falmouth, Maine after 40 years investing in commercial real estate throughout this great country. My wife Laurie and I celebrated our 30th anniversary in 2024. My two sons Andrew, age 28 and Will, age 23, work for Target and Microchip in Maine and Boston respectively. I serve as Rear (“Derriere”) Commodore of the Portland Yacht Club and sail in +-55 races between May and October each year.

My four years at Deerfield taught me how not to consume alcohol, a failure I proudly continue to enjoy. The all-boys environment rendered me next to helpless dealing with the opposite sex for most of my college career.

But I wised up, battered and bruised, attending this college of hard knocks and married my totally awesome wife, who my friends accurately refer to as a saint. Everything I learned at Deerfield got mostly untaught in college except for how to cram for exams and attend all classes regardless of physical or mental state. These two skills somehow got me a degree in home economics.

My non-illustrious career in the surreal estate industry was a total blast and sufficiently remunerative to retire comfortably.

I will not be attending next year’s reunion so all the best to you knuckleheads and enjoy your reminiscing weekend while drinking recklessly!

Laurie and Geoff

BLAKE ANDERSON ROBERT (BOB) EVANS

Residence

• Marylebone, London England

• Bluffton, SC

• Warren, Vermont

Family

• Married to Sue Evans

• Three children - Sam (28), Riley (26), and Dylan (24)

Education

• UNC-Chapel Hill

• Duke BA Economics 1979

• Tuck School at Dartmouth College MBA 1985

Career

• BBH 1980-1981

• Citibank 1981-1983

• Lehman 1985-1991 NY and London

• Pimco 1991-1995 Newport Beach, CA

• Wellington Management 1995-2016 Boston and London

Career focus

Investment Management. Built and managed a $100B AUM global macro investment business at Pimco and WMC. Retired end 2016.

Post WMC

• Spent half the year in London Still involved in advisory to start-up enterprises

• Active private investor

Help lead 3 NGO’s

• Wild Survivors (wildsurvivors.org) in Tanzania (addressing elephant/ human conflict in the Serengeti/ Crater region via community beehive fences etc.)

• Trinity Yard School (www.trinityyardschool.org) in Cape Three Points, Ghana (providing free education and vocational training to the youth across this impoverished region)

• One Solution Global/Rebels For Peace (onesolutionglobal.org) in Chicago (working with the challenged youth of the south side of Chicago to transform themselves and their community from within)

Activities

• Sailing

• Golf

• Skiing

• Cycling

GRAHAM ANTHONY II BRADFORD (BRAD) FALK

Wow—hard to believe that 50 years has passed so quickly! What a great journey it has been. It’s certainly been a roller coaster at times, but it’s all turned out well as we settle into a retirement life full of family, friends, and fond memories. I feel truly blessed to have shared this life with my wonderful wife, Jenise, for 41 years, along with our two amazing daughters and three energetic grandchildren.

I can still remember my days at Deerfield as if they were yesterday. Arriving at Dean Hall at age 14 was an unforgettable experience. Living in that charming but dilapidated dorm with Dennis Foster as the dorm master and a hall full of good friends was formative. Deerfield was more than just school for me—it was a time of incredible growth, both personally and academically. It gave me a strong foundation for both college and life.

From Deerfield, I went on to Tufts where I embraced the full college experience – making new friends, playing lots of lacrosse and meeting plenty of girls. Afterward, I attended the London School of Economics for graduate school, which was a fun international experience before Jenise and I eventually settled down to start a family.

Professionally, I spent over 20 years at AT&T, working in both Seattle and San Francisco where we fell in love with the West Coast lifestyle. Later I made the leap to Silicon Valley startups, where I learned that starting and growing a business is a lot harder than it looks—but makes for great war stories.

I took early retirement in my late 50s, bought a vacation house near Lake Tahoe and now spend 100 days per year up there. I love it. Between mountain biking, hiking, and playing pickleball (even if I’ve slowed down a

bit) I’ve found all my favorite activities in one place.

In closing, I feel incredibly blessed. My wife and I live a great life surrounded by family and friends. Our three granddaughters keep us busy, and with them living in San Francisco and Los Angeles, we are lucky to see them often. We travel as much as we can and try to squeeze every drop of joy out of each adventure.

I’m looking forward to catching up this June. Here’s to 50 years of memories and mischief and maybe a little madness—and hopefully, to many more. Cheers!

BLAKEDAVIDANDERSON FISHER

The Deerfield 50th class reunion reminders initiated an email and follow-up Zoom meeting with a group of friends from our class photo and freshman year JW floor. Some of us had not been in touch since graduation. The friendships and easy discussion resumed as though

we hadn’t left Deerfield. An email chain began, followed by phone calls, which have been a lot of fun. Plans to get together are in the works.

After Deerfield, I started at Tufts and graduated from NYU. I spent a semester in Spain, which led to a full year in Spain after graduation, teaching English to Spanish students, living in a dorm and attending classes at the University of Madrid. It was a great year of learning and travel. Over the years I’ve continued to return to visit friends.

Our family photos include my wife Bonnie and our daughter Jen (and also my sister and brother-in-law). I am on the brink of retirement from a family sales business. Jen is a physician assistant and recently moved from Boston to NYC to work at NYU Hospital. Bonnie and I live in northeast NJ.

I play tennis and paddle tennis regularly and golf occasionally, trying to recapture youth and athleticism. Bonnie and Jen enjoy keeping fit by running, exercising and doing yoga.

I have very fond memories of my years at Deerfield and have greatly enjoyed reconnecting with Jim Martinson, Geoff Emanuel, Andrew Yang, Bob Hutner, Chuck Elliott, and Howdy Fry. Jim and I have met for dinner occasionally over the last few years, and I visited with Geoff and his family in Maine recently. As we approach the 50th anniversary and reunion of our Deerfield graduation, Bob reminds us, “The sons of Deerfield rally, in thoughts of boyhood days...”

BLAKE ANDERSON JOHN (FLYNNIE) FLYNN

GRAHAM ANTHONY II RONALD FOWLER

Going to Deerfield Academy from the inner-city in the mid-1970’s was a culture shock and challenge, and it demanded more from me than I could have imagined. I met interesting people, unique characters, and as it has turned out, friends who would show up often throughout my life. My Deerfield experience tested and shaped me in ways that I could not fully recognize at the time. The pressure was relentless, the grind was constant, but there was also laughter, fun, and friendships. My personal challenge every day, however, was wrestling with homesickness and struggling to find my place.

It is no wonder that my first and lasting memory at graduation was an overwhelming feeling of relief. I had made it through! I was done. My only thought was to celebrate reaching that milestone and go back to my life. Silly me, I had not yet recognized that Deerfield had changed me, and it was a part of me. Over the years, whenever work or personal travels took me anywhere near western Massachusetts I would pass through Deerfield and stop a few

minutes on campus to reminisce. I thought that would be the extent of my future with Deerfield Academy.

Surprise number one: Deerfield Academy, an institution steeped in the tradition of shaping young men, added young women to that heritage. Deerfield Academy became co-ed.

Surprise number two: my middle school daughters sat me down one evening after dinner to express their desire to explore the possibility of applying to a New England prep school to complete their high school education. From first thoughts to graduation, the process was surreal. But at the end of this odyssey filled with visits, tests, applications, care packages, and everything that goes along with prep school life, I have two Deerfield Academy graduates, Indigo C. Fowler ’10 and Mia A. Fowler ’11. I still pinch myself!

Now here it is 2025, and I am approaching my 50-year reunion. So, a summary of my life in 200 words or less. I am a proud graduate of The Ohio State University, BA and Central Michigan University, MS. I started my

career as a staff aide in the Ohio House of Representatives and several years later I transitioned to work with a local criminal justice coordinating council as a researcher. The final 30 years of my career was in community corrections and court management. I ventured into politics as a campaign manager for one election four years ago. We won the election, but I learned that I am not a political animal.

I already mentioned my daughters who are making their way in the world, but I cannot end without mentioning my partner in life for the last 12 years, my wife Karen M. Fowler. She is an executive who has spent a lifetime working in Diversity, Equity and Inclusion. She is brilliant, she is driven, and she is compassionate. Karen makes my world whole.

Finally, I am trying to navigate retirement for the second time in two years. We will see how it goes.

P.S.

1. I hate being called Ron.

2. I love Harley Davidson motorcycles.

BLAKE ANDERSON WILLIAM (BILL) FOWLER

Fifty years since graduation, 45 years working for financial institutions, 43 years living in Houston, 41 years married to Deborah, 36 years since my first born (Annabel), 25 years since my son (Harry) dethroned me as family tennis czar, and 3 years since my first grandchild (Helena).

Thankful to be alive and well as my second grandchild arrived today (Philip). Looking forward to our major reunion and catching up with all.

Marc Meyer and me outside of Wells

John Williams House, Feb ’74

JOHN (BEAU) FRASER

Upon graduation, Beau took a train west (with Bill Jenkins!), disembarking at Lake Forest College, where he majored in consuming Stroh’s beer and minored in economics. Conversely, Bill Jenkins spent his four years in the library and was never seen again. While at Lake Forest, Beau played varsity soccer and squash.

After college, Beau initially pursued his lifelong dream of joining the circus, wanting to experience the heart-pounding rush of being shot from a cannon. Alas, no reputable traveling circus would hire him (he was too tall), so he turned his sights to the next closest profession—advertising—and embarked on a 43-year career.

In 1979, Beau started in the mailroom at Dancer Fitzgerald & Sample, a top-ten advertising agency, working his way up to…mailman.

He later served as President/CEO of several small, creatively-driven advertising agencies, winning hundreds of creative awards and co-writing the best-selling book Death to All Sacred Cows. The word “best” is open to interpretation.

Beau retired in 2021 after 43 years. His agency, The Gate, is still unaware that he is gone. They assume he is in the bathroom.

Today, Beau splits his time between NYC and an 1840s farmhouse in East

Chatham, NY, a bit south of Albany. He fills his days biking, raising rare Bornean guard peacocks, and participating in Revolutionary War reenactments…as an Indian.

He looks forward to reminiscing with those who remember using the key to the dining room handed down over the years to “break in” and “borrow” 36” trays of brownies, carrying an empty Pioneer amplifier box to Greenfield and returning with it full of beer*, Little Big Men, hosting SIP (Society for Internal Pollution) gatherings at the Inn to the horror of parents of visiting potential students, preparing devoted Varsity Crowd members for afternoon football games and more.

To this day, why we were not expelled stuns me—and my grateful parents. But we turned out alright, didn’t we?

*Legal counsel confirms that these youthful transgressions have passed their statute of limitations.

In Tampa

With Joe Sacco

Beau Stu at Rangers

GRAHAM ANTHONY II HOWARD (HOWDY) FRY

Commodores Ball

In 1981, I followed my passion for the Rockies and moved to Denver after a couple of years in Houston working at a downtown bank. Following 13 years in the Denver banking community, I shifted from a comfortable bi-weekly paycheck to 100% commission as a rookie stockbroker/investment advisor with A.G. Edwards followed by a change

to Stifel Nicolaus. After the shock of how little I could make on commission and the upside thrill of no glass ceiling, I settled into a successful 30-year career as a financial advisor (I think that is what we are called!). I have a daughter, 34 years old, and a son, 32 years old, both living in Denver and starting families. In my 1975 Pocumtuck group

photo, my quote was “Rocky Mountain High - Colorado and Coors” which I can say I have fulfilled my dream to now live in Grand Lake, CO at the west entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park. Living the dream skiing, sailing (yes, sailing in Colorado), and cycling above 8,000 feet!

GRAHAM ANTHONY II GORDON FULLER

Had fun, made mistakes, saw the world, got more schooling, convinced people to pay me for my labor and ideas, got married, children appeared, watched the kids grow up hoping they could have fun and not make too many mistakes, got to

retire ahead of schedule and start losing many, many golf balls before my body throws in the towel. I don’t suppose that’s too different from everyone else in our class, but of course it’s the details that make our stories unique. You can

find mine on LinkedIn if you care. I know how lucky I am to be able to have done what I did in a world of accelerating change, somehow dodging serious illness and misfortune, while seeing skilled professions and hard-earned credentials that we thought would last a lifetime disappearing every year.

You are all forever 18 to me, full of energy and hope, and varying levels of cockiness about what life would bring. Now we have to turn that hope over to a new generation (what letter are we up to?) and put our creaking joints on soft cushions, boasting of that one single golf shot or pickleball return as if we could do that all the time. At the reunion, if you forgive my grey hair and extra pounds then I’ll forgive yours, and we’ll raise a glass and thank God we had this chance to be alive.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II RALPH GAEBLER

To be honest, I haven’t been back to Deerfield since the day I graduated, except briefly for lunch with the college advisor when I finally decided to apply to college more than a year later. That’s ancient history. My two non-sequential years at Deerfield lie outside the general arc of my life, and I have never really figured out a way to integrate them into my life story. I still occasionally leaf through the 1969 National Geographic article that made me want to attend Deerfield in the first place, so I keep going back in my mind, if not in fact, like a restless ghost looking for some sort of resolution. I seem to still be homesick for something I thought I would find uniquely at Deerfield.

I attended college in New England as well, and met my wife, Louise, in a freshman history class at Brown. But in 1982, we returned to our deep midwestern roots and have spent the rest of our lives in Bloomington, Indiana. (There was a very brief hiatus in Philadelphia, but we all make mistakes.) I am very rooted to place. I love the rural wooded hills of southern Indiana, especially in

the spring when the redbud, serviceberry, dogwood, and assorted crab apple trees are all in bloom. The hills are then alive with a delicate profusion of color. Our son was born here. We built our home here 30 years ago. I do not like to travel, and rarely do so, except to places that exist only in my mind and thankfully do not require air travel.

I retired in 2020 after 34 years as a law librarian at Indiana University, from which I also collected three additional degrees along the way. I enjoyed my career very much and am proud and thankful that I spent my working life in a service profession. But retirement has proven to be a completely new chapter, filled with new activities and (to me) surprising hobbies: playing

classical mandolin, writing articles on various topics (especially the social and economic history of the automobile in America), and just puttering in the yard. After happily serving the needs of others for many years, I am equally happy to cultivate and pursue my own interests now.

I am a bit like a spider. I wait patiently for old friends to come to my web, which is a rare event since Bloomington is in “flyover country.” However, I invite visits from all my classmates should the vagaries of life bring you here, and hasten to reassure you that I do not, like a spider, consume my guests. I merely enjoy their company.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II BARRY GRAHAM

All the typical and boring stuff since Deerfield:

Graduated from the University of Massachusetts - BS Sport Management

Diving

Spent several years involved with Scuba Diving as an Instructor and Retail Sales Manager

Governor Dummer Academy

• Assistant to the Dean of Students

• Taught Freshman Science

• Head Wrestling Coach

• JV Lacrosse coach

Masters Degree in Education from Lesley University

Thirty years with a software company in North Andover, Massachusetts serving in several roles

• Software Support Manager

• Quality Assurance Manager

• Lead Developer

• Product Manager

• Director of Product

Married for 40 years

GRAHAM ANTHONY II RICHARD (RICH) GRAY

Started on my life career path at Deerfield in 1972—with much assistance from Bill Jenkins. Went to MIT (with Preston Vorlicek who lived 3 years across the street)—intending to be a Chem E major. Instead, got involved with the MIT Rail Group (Civil Engineering) which offered research and employment opportunities—leading to a first permanent job with Santa Fe Railway in Chicago in 1979—the ultimate MIT contrarian move.

Got frustrated with the rail industry, rather quickly, and returned to school to get my MBA in my home state at Wharton in 1980. As luck would have it, returned to Chicago (for the second time) in 1982 to work for Std. Oil of Indiana/Amoco—as a clean break from the rail industry. Stayed with Amoco for seven years in multiple assignments including the last three years in New Orleans doing project financial analysis. During my Amoco stint, I married

Judy in Chicago and had our first child while in New Orleans.

With the collapse of the oil industry in New Orleans in the late 80s, looked for another job, and was attracted back to the rail industry, Union Pacific, in Omaha—6 of our class of 1975 were from Omaha (Ginn, Cady, Harding, Anderson, Cudahy, Kennedy)—and unlikely to be repeated. Remained in Omaha for most of the next 28 years, essentially as an internal consultant/ special project leader (including two years back in Chicago for a third time— on assignment with the AAR).

Retired in 2017 and returned to Chicago for the fourth time, living near Belmont Harbor (two blocks from where Judy was living when we first started dating), and enjoy dabbling in many of the things I first did at Deerfield (including summer sailing with Boyd Rice, golf, tennis, pickle, biking - and winter traveling incl. 4 plus weeks skiing)...Both kids are also in Chicago (Logan Sq), so we have a solid family base still in the midwest.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II COLIN (HAMP) HAMPTON

Graduated Indiana U, Bloomington, BS Management ’80 Four-year Walk-on, IU Swimming. Caught Jamie at the ’77 NCAA. AllAmerica 800 free relay Swam Masters until ’89. Now, I just float.

Miss Coach Boyle. Great man, great coach. I was well trained and very well prepared.

Attended McCartney concert with Bob W.

Always in contact with Preston V., Bill J., Ivar S., and, but missing: Rick V. & Fritz H.

Two children: Caitlin and Colin, with one granddaughter, Scottie.

Twenty-five years as IT Project Manager. Projects: worked on one Learjet, multiple cruise ships, and large-scale real estate property development around the world.

Retired 2018. House renos fun, still consult.

Attended US Olympic Swim Trials in Indy 2024. Pulled for Harry Homans, likeness to Fritz, uncanny in and out of the water!

Summer ’76 Pool

Trials–Harry

Family

Colin III-Me-Pablo Sisneiga

Me-Preston-Elizabeth

GRAHAM ANTHONY II PETER (HARDS) HARDING

Growing up, my parents insisted that I needed to write thank-you notes for presents received, parties attended, and interviews granted. I hated writing them. I hated it partly because it was a chore, partly because I could never come up with the words to fully express my gratitude, partly because I felt I didn’t deserve whatever gift was bestowed upon me.

This thank-you note is easy.

I look back gratefully for the three years I experienced at Deerfield: the friends I met and kept, good times in the classrooms, dorms, and dining hall, and the time I spent on the swim team. I learned lots, but more importantly, I learned HOW to learn.

Thank you Deerfield!

Shout out to Scheftie: my favorite online security question is “What was your high school mascot?” Which of course is a Door.

Bio stuff: I came to Deerfield from my Omaha and I moved back there after the three years at Deerfield and four years of college. I have been married for 35 years to my wife, Sue. We have four children (g,g,g,b) and all of the kids are doctors. I was a C.P.A. for years, but now I am out of public accounting. I now do the accounting work for our family business which is running a Godfather’s Pizza franchise. We have five grandchildren but will have six by the time this yearbook is published. I have hung up the Speedo, but I now ride a bicycle for a hobby and exercise.

Lincoln Memorial after Pittsburgh-D.C. Bike Ride

Family Pic before Wrigley Concert

GRAHAM ANTHONY II KENNETH (KEN) HERTS

Many aspects of my Deerfield experience have reverberated through my life, mostly good, some surprising. I joined winter track as a sophomore, then spring track and now I’m still running a couple of times a week. I’ve done a marathon and some half-triathlons.

Senior year, I was Business Manager of the Deerfield Scroll and later ended up VP Finance of The Wall Street Journal. I spent my career on the business side of news. After getting an MS in Journalism and MBA from Columbia, I joined Dow Jones, which owns The Wall Street Journal. Within a few years, I was VP/Business Manager of Information Services, planning, buying, running new financial information products. Later, I was publisher of The Wall Street Journal’s European edition, living in Brussels with my wife, Carol, and three kids. While there, my team revamped the front page of the WSJ

Europe, altering the WSJ’s design that had been in place for 60 years, as a test case later copied by the U.S. edition. The redesign and related marketing spurred massive growth.

When it was time to come back to the U.S., I became General Manager of Dow Jones Newswires. The mission was to change that service, which covered global financial markets, from being simply scrolling headlines on market data terminals, into a full line of digital information products for financial market participants. By the time Rupert Murdoch bought the company, I was in charge of finance for the WSJ, and he kept me on for several years, until I qualified for early retirement and took a buyout.

Now, I’m working to help local news adapt to the digital age, working at the non-profit Lenfest Institute for Journalism in Philadelphia. The Lenfest

Institute owns The Philadelphia Inquirer and runs programs to help local news organizations experiment, share best practices, and build sustainable digital businesses. I intend to retire within a year.

When I think back on my Deerfield experience, I remember the first assignment I had in freshman English. Mr. O’Brien had given us a quote, which I believe was from A Sigh of Change, stating that Deerfield was the River, the Rock, and the People. He asked us to explore and explain that. I went with Scott Penn and Jeremy Symington up to the Rock and down to the River, as instructed. I still didn’t understand it. He failed the whole class on that assignment. I’ve been trying to figure things out ever since. That attitude has served me well.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II WALTER (DICK) HIGH

Any retrospective on 50 years will rely on a few numbers. Here are some of the more meaningful ones for me.

Four years at Bucknell. After 13 years of all-male schools, the presence of females in the classroom made life a whole lot more palatable. I found myself there.

After college, I spent 16 years in California. Four in the Bay Area, 12 on the LA coast—10 of which were spent writing and producing for the film industry. That made for some lasting memories.

After CA, I spent 17 years in Boston where I met my wife, Bridget, and we had our daughter, Summer. We had a home birth in our five-story walk-up on Beacon Hill. It looked out on the State House Dome. About a year later, I told a room full of politicians in the State House about our experience to help pass a midwifery bill. You could see our apartment from the room, and I told them that had they been in this room the night our daughter was born, they likely could have heard the screaming from our apartment. Mine. Not Bridget’s.

Forty-four was my age when I met Bridget. I had yet to find the right person

and was still single. Seventeen was the age gap we had between us. She didn’t care. Thirteen years was the age gap between my father and mother, and yet Dad lived an additional 15 years after Mom passed (24 was my age when she died). You can’t count on logic in life, so Bridget and I got married in 2004.

Twenty is the number of years we’ve been married. I got lucky. We love being together. So much so, we even work together. Been doing it since we met.

Fifty-four was my age when we had Summer. She’s now 14. She’s a whiz kid and taking AP Calculus and AP Physics as a high school freshman. Mr. Schell taught me well in math at Deerfield, but despite his best efforts, I am useless when it comes to helping my kid with her homework.

Forty is the number of years ago I gave up eating red meat. A good choice that helps me keep up with my young family. So do all the endless vegetables we consume. We’re health freaks, but no bark… yet.

Twelve is the number of years we’ve lived in Newtown Square outside of

Philadelphia. It’s near where I grew up and a beautiful area with taller trees than any place I’ve seen other than the redwood forests and a quality of light that is near perfect.

One is the number of best friends I lost in the World Trade Center Attacks in 2001. I credit him (Josh Rosenthal) with setting me up with my wife just a few weeks after I spoke at his memorial service at the Temple of Dendur in the Met.

Fifty is the number of years since I attended a Deerfield event. Sincerest apologies to my classmates for that. It took decades to shake the heaviness of being there. And eventually, it became too late to reconnect in a meaningful way.

Sixty-seven is the number of years I’ve inhabited this body. Thirty or so is the number of years my mind believes I have. Please don’t tell it otherwise.

All in all, it’s been a wild ride, and I couldn’t be more grateful. For all the highs and lows, I wouldn’t change a thing. Best to you all. Wish you well.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II DWIGHT HILSON

Proudest Accomplishments

• Married to Mindy for 36 years!

• Father of Samantha Hilson Sandler (DA Class of ’09)!

• Grandparent of Henry Hilson Sandler (DA Class of ’42, fingers-crossed)!

Enduring Favorites

Golf (alas, ever more poorly), Skiing (groomed cruisers, no moguls), Fly-Fishing (trout & bonefish fear me; redfish & snook—not so much).

Colorado: Cordillera golf; Back Bowls skiing; fly-fishing the Eagle and North Fork rivers; Red Rocks Amphitheater.

Book: Nobody’s Fool—Richard Russo (“I’m about to f—k up, he thought clearly, and his next thought was, but I don’t have to. This was followed closely by a third thought, the last of this familiar sequence, which was, but I’m going to anyway.”)

Movie: Jaws (“Boys, oh boys! I think he’s come back for his noon feeding.”— Matt Hooper)

Song: “I Walk on Gilded Splinters” —Humble Pie, Performance – Rockin’ the Fillmore (Opinion: It’s a travesty of a mockery of a sham of two mockeries that The Pie aren’t in the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame!)

Avocations

Writing (fiction, mostly, 15 published short stories and poems, and two novel manuscripts racking up lit-agent rejections); Higher Education strategy (Board Chair Emeritus, Manhattanville University), Management Theory (once a business geek, always a business geek).

General Anesthesia since our 25th reunion

Knee replacement—both! (“I’ve got legs! And I can see!”–Billy Ray Valentine); Ablation (heart); Appendectomy (48 hours after ablation, which sucked, except for the post-op oxycontin); Detached Retina (ugh—the worst!), Trapeziectomy (didn’t really need that thumb bone, but still waiting for my golf game to improve!)

Stranger Than Truth

Orchid grower (the easy ones: water, light, occasional fertilizer)

Diehard Mets and NY Giants fan (Hope springs eternal!)

Doctor of Humane Letters ’23, Manhattanville University (“So I’ve got that going for me. Which is nice.” –Carl Spackler)

DWIGHT HILSON

Haven’t smoked pot since my MS diagnosis in ’15—but as Grandma used to say, “The light at the end of the tunnel is spelled: V-O-D-K-A!”

Fifty years out and I can’t imagine life without my Deerfield friends: Tad, Rob

and Walter; Crebbs and Burkin; Marc and Bill; Hunt, Kniff and Freddy; Brooks and Waugh, and so many more!

And one more tribute to David Devlin Fitzgerald—we shared our freshman year

dorm room at BU, and then adventures from New Hampshire to Argentina, Martha’s Vineyard to Hawaii—so many stories, too little time…

Samantha Wedding

JEFFREY (EL JEFE) HOYE

Deerfield Daze...The Great Class of ’75’s 50th Reunion.

Fifty years seems like a long time ago, yet it doesn’t. I couldn’t imagine attending our 50th Reunion while attending Deerfield. I remember graduation weekend my sophomore year and being envious of the graduating seniors. I thought that two more years seemed like a long time to go until we graduated.

I loved my Deerfield experience, my classmates, my teachers, the sports, and the school spirit. Deerfield was my “long shot” first choice. Once there, I felt a bit like an imposter, not really fitting in. I wasn’t a jock or a brain. I didn’t attend a Country Day School before Deerfield. I had to work hard to get good grades. The hard work paid off in the long run.

Thanks to my sophomore and senior English teachers Jim Marksbury and John O’Brien, I decided to major in English at Boston University. I pursued my interests, wanting to learn critical

thinking and writing, knowing I would go into business. I studied American Literature and History, concentrating in Contemporary American Poetry and studying with George Starbuck and Michael Benedikt—look them up! Walt Whitman, William Carlos Williams and Emily Dickinson are a few of my favorite poets.

Upon graduation in 1979 (cum laude), I left Boston for Gary, Indiana to work in US Steel’s largest mill—exactly what I wanted to do. I spent six months in production, from coal preparation, steel making, primary production and finishing and was trained in material value analysis. I became an amateur metallurgist. Shortly after, I was promoted into Chicago District Sales where I ran into Rich Gray who was working for the Santa Fe Railroad in Chicago and Jim Hardee. Jim and I used to make craft beer together. I loved Chicago; “City of Big Shoulders” or the “White City” a reference to the 1893 Columbian Exposition because the structures were all painted white. Chicago was and still is a great city.

I met my wife Carrie Nichols while we were living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We married in September of 1986 and moved to the Chicago suburbs

where we lived and worked for 20 years. I spent my career in the metals industry on the primary side of manufacturing. I managed the upward movement in my career, eventually going to work for British Steel Inc. in Chicago. I became President of their Mill Sales business in North America after completing my MBA at Northwestern’s Kellogg School of Management in 1995. Following British Steel’s merger in 1999 with Dutch producer Hoogovens and the forming of Corus plc (based in London, UK), I became Director of Americas, with P&L responsibility for business in the Western Hemisphere; $300 million.

In 2006, Carrie and I moved to Houston, TX. In 2007, I bought a specialty

Captain Hoye and First Mate Rocky on Minocqua Lake in Wisconsin

Jeff & Carrie Hoye at the Parthenon in Athens, Greece on the Path of Paul (notice the DA cap)

Biking in South Africa. That is the Indian Ocean in the background.

Jeff & Carrie enjoying the sunset from their hometown in Sarasota, FL

JEFFREY (EL JEFE) HOYE

welding company with a partner using public debt financing. Our customer base was the oil and gas equipment manufacturers building drilling systems and well completion systems for the offshore industry operating in deep water (greater than 4,000 ft) and ultra deep water (greater than 7,000 ft). The business was extremely technical due to the operating depths, pressures, and temperatures. Our products went mainly into the Gulf of Mexico, Brazil, and West Africa. We did work for all the Super Major E&Ps, Exxon, Chevron, Shell, BP, etc. In eight years we tripled our production capacity and sold the company in 2014 at the per-

fect time, for six times our acquisition cost. Talk about a great success. Timing is everything!

When I look back, I am thankful for the learning and discipline foundation I gained at Deerfield. It gave me the encouragement to be curious, to ask questions, to continue learning and to trust myself to take chances trying new things.

I am grateful for my wife, Carrie and her smile, her optimism, her support (always having my back), and her generous heart. She has taught me to be a better person...I am still learning.

We were not able to have children, so we have dedicated ourselves to help-

ing those less fortunate through church ministries and foundations that do good works in the communities that we support with our time, our gifts, and our resources.

I am grateful for each day, and I think often of those we have loved and lost and what they have given us and sacrificed for us.

Finally, since this is our 50th Reunion, I would like to remember the classmates we have lost over the years. Those who touched our lives with their friendship, humor and spirit. May we never forget them.

Happy 50th

GRAHAM ANTHONY II JOHN HUNT

Married to Lynda, together we have five children and ten grandchildren. I was just elected to my 20th term in the NH House of Representatives. For over half of my terms, I have been Chairman of the Commerce and Consumer Affairs Committee which makes me the guru

for banking, insurance, and liquor laws, since we get about 10% of all legislation introduced every year. Our favorite photo was from Richard Branson’s Necker Island in the British Virgin Islands during Covid in 2021. We were the only

tourist on the island thanks to nurse Lynda’s making sure we got our shots in February. Our private tour included the Madagascar lemurs, the several Galápagos giant tortoises and the hot tub on top of the main house.

Necker Island

GRAHAM ANTHONY II WILLIAM (BILL) JENKINS

Feel I’m going back to Massachusetts. Somethings telling me I must go home… Bee Gees

These were the words ringing through my car radio as I pondered Dwight’s invitation for our 50th… I have to go!

For me, it all started several days following graduation. I returned to Bedford Hills, NY with a lifeguard position in the neighboring town’s Katonah Pool (KMP) for the summer. I was the preppy who went to school out-of-state and knew no one on the local scene. Then I met Mary Beth Von Oehsen (MB), and we became fast friends. We maintained and grew that friendship, and soon—following college—we found ourselves together in Houston, Texas. We married shortly thereafter, and painted Houston red—personally and professionally—for the next 15 years.

With gusto and enthusiasm, we relocated to Denver, CO to raise our two amazing daughters. Our oldest Selby ’09 (London) attended DA for four years— building lasting friendships and memories. Her time at DA allowed MB and me to visit frequently—taking in the school’s steadfast evolution and growth. Our youngest Haley (Santa Fe) remained and thrived in Denver at East High School. So we had one back East and one at East!

Mary Beth and I enjoyed 45 amazing years together—building a home, business and close community in Denver over our final decades together. While I deeply miss her every day since her untimely passing last summer, all the challenges, and enduring triumphs and joys we shared are reflected in her abiding, shining presence and solace for me!

As I continue my daily swimming discipline to this day on a masters team, I also continue to lead the commercial real estate firm, The Laramie Company, that Mary Beth and I built. I am fortunate and honored to have reached a stage where

I can work with clients I enjoy most. I travel mostly with family to London, Santa Fe, Tahoe, San Francisco and Europe—and given a lifelong passion for trains, I go by rail whenever possible.

So as the song concludes: As the lights go out in Massachusetts and Massachusetts is the one place I have seen and cherish… I will always remember and appreciate Massachusetts and my magical time and classmates at Deerfield Academy!

PS: Be sure to reach out whenever in Denver. I live close to downtown and frequent the mountain communities.

50th Annual Boxing Writers Dinner at Plaza Hotel. Joe Frazer, Joe Louis (holding both apart) and Muhammad Ali receive plaque for Fighter of the Year for 1974. Joe Louis receives plaque for “Man of the Half Century” (Photo by Vincent Riehl/NY Daily News via Getty Images)

A CIA employee (probably O.B. Harnage) helps Vietnamese evacuees onto an Air America helicopter from the top of 22 Gia Long Street, a half mile from the U.S. Embassy. (Photo by Bettmann via Getty Images)

English guitarist Eric Clapton (center) performing with an all-star line-up at the Rainbow Theatre in London, January 13, 1973. Left to right: Ric Grech, Clapton and Pete Townshend. The concert was organized by Townshend and marked Clapton’s comeback after a period of heroin addiction. The concert was released as the live album ‘Eric Clapton’s Rainbow Concert’, later that year. (Photo by Michael Putland/Getty Images)

Motorists line up for gas on the first day of gas rationing imposed on nine California counties following the revolution in Iran that caused a shortage of crude oil. (Photo by Bettmann via Getty Images)

American Jazz musician, composer, and bandleader Miles Davis plays trumpet during a performance in the Schaefer Music Festival series at Central Park’s Wollman Rink, New York, New York, September 5, 1975. (Photo by Jack Vartoogian/Getty Images)

APRIL 30, 1975: American helicopter sinking after being dumped overboard from aircraft carrier to make more room for evacuation of American personnel from Vietnam during the fall of Saigon. (Photo by Dirck Halstead/Getty Images)

American heiress Patty Hearst is caught on surveillance camera during a bank robbery in San Francisco. She was kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army in 1974, but later joined her kidnappers in a bank raid. (Photo by Keystone/ Consolidated News Pictures/Getty Images)

Late US President Gerald Ford preparing to take a swim at the new swimming pool of the White House, 10 July 1975 in Washington. Ford, who sought to heal America after the trauma of the Watergate scandal that forced Richard Nixon from office in 1974, died December 26, 2006. He was 93. Ford lost the 1976 election campaign to Jimmy Carter, a defeat that historians have attributed to his decision to pardon Nixon for his crimes barely a month after taking office. (Photo by STR/ AFP via Getty Images)

Singer Roger Daltrey of rock band The Who as Tommy Walker and actress Ann-Margret as his mother Nora Walker in the rock opera film ‘Tommy,’ 1975. (Photo by Silver Screen collection/Getty Images)

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Portrait of American actor Robert De Niro (in costume as Travis Bickle) as he leans on a taxi during the filming of ‘Taxi Driver’ (directed by Martin Scorsese), New York, New York, 1975. (Photo by Steve Schapiro/Corbis via Getty Images)

The movie poster for Jaws, released June 20, 1975.

As he boards the White House helicopter after resigning the presidency, Richard M. Nixon smiles and gives the victory sign. (Photo by Bettmann via Getty Images)

Protestors from the Male Supremacy movement picket the sperm bank in the Warren Building of Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, 1975. A spokesman for the group expressed the movement’s concern that women are trying to eliminate the need for men through the use of sperm banks. (Photo by Archive Photos/Getty Images)

Arthur Ashe (right) and Björn Borg, enter the court for their quarterfinal match which Ashe won 6-2, 6-4, 6-8, 1-6, July 2, 1975. (Photo by Mike Maloney/Mirrorpix/Getty Images)

Christopher Lee, Roger Moore in “The Man with the Golden Gun,” 1974. (Photo by RDB/ullstein bild via Getty Images)

English guitarist Eric Clapton performs live on stage playing a black Fender Stratocaster guitar during an American tour in July 1975. (Photo by Michael Putland/Getty Images)

GRAHAM ANTHONY II JAMES (JAMIE) KEMPNER

It sometimes amazes me that I had the great fortune of having ten of my grade school classmates join me at DA in 1971 and my best buddies from home join in 1972. These friendships exist to today, and having my three children also attend DA has only added to my affinity for this amazing school. Peter Harding and I went on to Yale where we lived together for several years. Peter swam and I played soccer and added squash. Met my bride of 41 years, Cynthia, freshman year as I went to watch my friend play tennis and the rest is history. We have three married children and five grandchildren. We live between Southampton, NY and West Palm Beach although I am still working and need to be in NYC a fair amount of the time. Look forward to seeing everyone in June.

Left to right: Ian McLean & Meggie Kempner (’05), Jamie Kempner (’75), Nina Kempner (’11) & Chris Huston, Cynthia Kempner, Chris Kempner (’03) & Kelly Kempner

GRAHAM ANTHONY II MICHAEL (MIKE) KENNEDY

Rough chronology since I last saw many of you in 1975... I started a newspaper targeted to the Red Sox diaspora (The Fenway Trumpet) in 1982 and split the writing with my DA Russian classmate Paul McCarthy. We eventually acquired

press passes, notable for the complimentary buffet dinner and open tab they entailed at every home game. Life of Riley, as they say. A few years later (1983) I started a retail sporting goods company (City Sports) with my DA proctor-mate, Eric Martin, grew it to a couple dozen stores (Boston, DC, Philly, NYC), sold it (thank god) to venture capitalists in 2008 and retired. The VCs ran it unbelievably poorly (as in The Emperor Wears No Clothes) and bankrupted it in 2015. So much for my business legacy, but Covid would have flattened us a few years later anyway. Eric died just months before we sold the business, and he never got to enjoy the free time he’d earned. Not the Life of Riley.

My oldest son PG’d at Deerfield, Class of ’08. The sports were great—I

greatly enjoyed all the football and lacrosse games that year—but the academic experience wasn’t what I’d hoped for him, and the overexposure to privileged rich kids wasn’t great for him either. Still, I look back at my own two years very fondly. Lifetime friends, and teaching far beyond anything I got at Harvard.

I ended up moving to Australia, remarrying, and writing four novels, only one of which had much readership (The Daemon at the Casement, or, Frankenstein, Part II). Australia is a great place to live—lots of space, no guns, single-payer health care, high minimum wage, excellent services, etc. I’m happy to report that my 10-year-old-son and I just won the local parent-child green ball tennis tournament. Best to all!

WILLIAM (WOODY) KERR

Following graduation from Hamilton, I joined a credit training program at Irving Trust in New York with the thought that I’d try banking for a couple of years and then move on. I ended up staying 34 years, surviving two mergers and working mostly in the same building (One Wall), before retiring from BNY Mellon. It was a great run that included a variety of roles—mainly corporate banking and relationship management, but also a stint as head of HR and four years in London in a regional management position.

My greatest joys and accomplishments have been marrying Catherine Jolley (“CJ”) in 1987 and raising our two children, Will (35) and Sarah (32). Will attended St. Bernard’s with the sons and nephews of various of our classmates (Melhado, Cronkite, and Soriano come to mind). Sarah went to Chapin and graduated from the American School

in London, and both she and Will are graduates of Hamilton and now live in Manhattan. No grandchildren yet. Following retirement from my banking career, I worked alongside Will helping him to establish his NYC residential real estate practice with Halstead and then Corcoran. A particularly momentous transaction for us was the sale of Greta Garbo’s apartment on behalf of Scott Reisfield’s mother, who was Garbo’s niece. Will continues to thrive in his real estate career and Sarah is having great success at Paramount Global.

CJ and I sold our Manhattan apartment in 2017 and have migrated down to Charleston. We escape Charleston’s sultry summers (that’s an understatement) at our house in Lawrence, LI. Life is great in Charleston, where we have a wonderful group of friends and keep busy in volunteer roles with

church, clubs and other entities. I have been active with several music organizations over the years, including as chair of the boards of the Rome Chamber Music Festival and the American Friends of the London Philharmonic Orchestra, and as a board member of the Charleston Symphony Orchestra. In addition to attending chamber and orchestral performances, I have also spent years on my own geriatric rock and roll concert tour—generally, if the performers are younger than I am, I’m not there! CJ and I also love to play golf, travel, and spend time with our family, including brothers Rob (DA ’77), who’s a lawyer in Charleston, and Alex (DA ’83), who’s in LA.

I’m really looking forward to seeing all of you and the campus, which I haven’t stepped foot on for many years.

FRANCIS (FRAN) L’ESPERANCE

After Deerfield, Fran graduated from Dartmouth College with a BA in Economics. He began his career at the ABC Television Network and went on to attend the Columbia School of Business,

where he was awarded an MBA with Honors. After business school he worked at CBS Inc. in Corporate Planning, eventually taking his media knowledge to embark on a career in media investment

banking. After leading media deals for both Lehman Brothers and Dillon Read, he moved on to media private equity, working for five years at media boutique Veronis Suhler. Fran later formed his own media investment boutique Agawam Partners LLC, which has invested in media and software deals for the past 20 years. He now lives with his wife Ros and four children in Locust Valley, Southampton, and Palm Beach. Fran and Ros’s four children all attended Deerfield – Zoe ’15, Fran ’17, Pierson ’19 and Devon ’22. The oldest three have successful finance careers in New York City, and Devon is currently a junior at Duke.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II HENRY LEE

Excited to share our mutual life journey at reunion! First, the pedestrian items. Williams College (Hello Andy Yang, fellow ’75) to bank training program, MBA from Wharton—and on to 40+ year career in fixed income capital markets across Goldman, Lehman, and BNP Paribas. Most of this time resided in Short Hills, NJ, where active in local church leadership and clubs, feeding my need to

play squash and golf. All four kids grew up in NJ and now they reside in Boston and New York. (Yes, I’m a grandfather.)

Last year my wife and I retired to Williamstown, MA. She has continued her interest as a CASA volunteer. I’m teaching a course at the college and have taken on non-profit board roles in Maine, Massachusetts and New Jersey. Let the journey continue!

GRAHAM ANTHONY II EDWARD MCDOWELL

“Alone”

By Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

MS150 1998

Deerfield c1975

GRAHAM ANTHONY II PETER (FRITZ) MCLOUGHLIN

I loved most of my time at Deerfield: the fall foliage, cheerleading at football games, playing hockey in the winter and lacrosse in the spring, making lifelong friends.

My first day at Deerfield I was excited to move into my single room on Chapin 1 only to find out that I had been assigned to a double. What the heck! I think there were only two doubles on the whole campus! Fortunately, my roommate was Kley Johnson from Texas. He had a cowboy hat, boots, big belt buckle, a lasso, and sideburns. I had none of those things. He talked about roping calves on horseback, drinking tequila, dipping Skoal, and getting into fist fights. I had done none of that. Kley was a great guy. We became good friends. I was sad to learn of Kley’s passing in 1991.

The first day of hockey tryouts sophomore year there were three Peters on the ice. Coach Terry said there could be only one Peter on the team. Peter Griffin was a Junior so he remained Peter. Peter McKenzie was the best player and became Mac. I told the coach that some classmates in Chapin had started calling me Fritz thanks to a John Schultz reference to Fritz the Cat. So…I became Fritz.

Remember during junior year when the campus got food poisoning? On Wednesday, the lacrosse team ate the dining hall burgers, drove to Vermont Academy, won the game, and afterwards got brutally sick along with half the school. Saturday, physically depleted, we played Longmeadow High School and got whipped on Parents Weekend.

My greatest hardship was dealing with the death of my sister Harriette on January 12, 1974 at age 19. It was Saturday and I was getting ready for the

hockey team’s first game of the season at Belmont Hill. I got a phone call from my brother, Hollis, who gave me the bad news. We went to Burlington where Harriette had been in a car accident. She died in Burlington. James Taylor, Joni Mitchell, Carol King, and Cat Stevens consoled me. I persevered.

I went to Princeton in April 2024 to visit my sister’s grave and to reminisce with some of her friends 50 years after her death. I miss her terribly.

I have been married to beautiful, wonderful Kelly since 2005. We have five children, three sons-in-law, and three granddaughters as of this writing. I had a fun career working in the television, beer and sports industries at NBC Sports, Anheuser-Busch, the St. Louis Blues, and the Seattle Seahawks. Now, Kelly and I are happily retired in Montana.

The Region of Heaven and Umbrella Water live on.

Jim O’Gara on the left, me in the middle and Kley Johnson on the right

PETER MELHADO

I remember, improbably and surprisingly, almost everything from our senior year. Starting in the fall, the glorious feeling of leading the Varsity Football team onto the gridiron—the air crisp and cool—on the day of the big game against Choate. Of course, being quarterback and captain—for a moment there was talk of a co-captain by my side, but that quickly faded when the team learned that ’s leg was horribly and painfully fractured in three places — yes, perhaps you remember that too, such a freak accident! Crushed in the weight room! And just days after a narrow escape from a golf cart with faulty brakes! Safety first I always say, but these things happen, don’t they? Where was I? Oh, yes, the added pressure of being quarterback—the whole team, the entire school really, looking to you to come through with

the big play, the game winning pass, and of course all the while in the Boyden tradition of staying grounded and humble despite the endless accolades. Winter was hockey season. And the wonderful thrill of simultaneously playing center and goalie (and captaining another squad!). Who can forget the winning goal—the propulsive yet deft way the puck left my stick—against Hotchkiss? And a kick save, in my heavy goalie pads, in the last second of the Andover game? And remember all the talk about an undefeated season? Of course you do—you were there. Soon enough, spring bloomed fresh and green—and it was time once again to step onto the baseball diamond, onto the pitcher’s mound with my leather glove in hand and the letter C emblazoned on my chest. To lead and inspire with my bat and arm, as always in the

glare of the spotlight, but even more so with a perfect record in our grasp.

I remember other things and people too—the fine old brick buildings and the lush green lawns—our favorite, even beloved, teachers and the students always so full of sly mischief and boisterous laughter, most vividly of course the smiling familiar faces of our own Class of 1975. I remember a skinny fellow—couldn’t have weighed more than 130 pounds—with glasses that always looked smudged and crooked. I think he was editor of the school paper or some such thing. Seemed like a studious type, a bit of a nerd, if you know what I mean, but on the few occasions we spoke he struck me as having a fairly good sense of humor about himself and life in general. I wonder what ever happened to him.

MARC MEYER

Marc has been a professor at Northeastern University since 1986 and holds two endowed chairs as the Matthews University Professor and the Shillman Professor of Entrepreneurship. His primary areas of interest are product and service platforming, entrepreneurship, and corporate venturing. He has held

visiting faculty and research positions at MIT, Delft Technical University, Nyenrode, Seoul National University of Science and Technology, and a multi-university appointment by the Government of Andhra Pradesh. Upon graduating from MIT with an MSc and PhD, he founded VenturCom (now part of Citrix) with classmates that develops fast, real-time operating systems and database software for industrial and government applications, and later, Sentillion (Microsoft and now, Impervata), a spin-out from HP that became a leader in single sign-on in healthcare IT. From these experiences, Marc started Northeastern’s Entrepreneurship and Innovation Group and its Entrepreneurship Center, which has incubated hundreds of new ventures that have raised more than $1.5 billion in investment capital. He has led multiple teaching programs at Northeastern, including, more recently, a Masters in Digital Healthcare Transformation in partnership with the Mayo Clinic. Along the way, Marc has published many books and articles, perhaps the most impactful being The Power of Product Platforms and the most recent, Innovation for Entrepreneurs. He received the Practice Impact Award in 2019 from the Academy of Management for lifetime achievement in research and theory with significant impact on the practice of management. He has consulted for large corporations across many industries, including P&G, Mars, and Keurig in consumer products; IBM,

HP, Philips in tech; and BAE in defense. He continues to consult corporations on innovation, mentor first-time entrepreneurs, and is also co-CEO of a new medical device venture. Marc’s research and teaching combine methods and applications developed from these experiences.

Today, Marc lives most of the year in Pangyo, South Korea, with his wife, Chaewon Lee, also a professor. They are both fully engaged in the local entrepreneurial ecosystem in and around Seoul. He continues to visit the US to teach and consult and visits Boston regularly to see his mother; his children, Max, Rosa, Kani; and his three grandchildren. Summers will find him either in the classroom or fishing on a boat in the Boston Harbor or Martha’s Vineyard. Feel free to reach out via email.

ROBERT (ROB) MEYER

Since I was born in Norwich, Connecticut and our family skied at Stratton, Deerfield used to be just a scenic place we passed on 5 and 10 on the 2 1/2 hour drive north and didn’t mean much to me at the time. When I entered Deerfield Academy as a sophomore in early 1972, nobody could ever have predicted how much those years influenced me. I have been blessed to remain friends with Walter Clark who I met the rst day in Chapin back in 1972 Tad van Dusen and Dwight Hilson shortly thereafter. We have remained in touch and present in each other’s lives through all the ups and downs and joys and sorrows and have shared great and glorious times. Recently, we have gotten together at weddings of my daughter, Abby, followed by Dwight‘s daughter Samantha, both in 2019 and at Ski and full visits from the Clark. Golf

trips with Hilson in Colorado, and trips to see van Dusen’s and Clark’s in North Carolina now that my daughter Abby has moved to Richmond Virginia and makes all the more perfect to combine visits to our Southern, friends and family.

Jessie and I were lucky enough to travel all over the country when I was appointed to serving in the Vermont board of architecture and work my way up to be national Director 2002 2012 after this time of constant travels, we actually enjoyed staying home a lot more so we could be with our dogs. We ended up buying a little camp in upstate New York south of Port Douglas, where we could go spend time with our dogs during the night and mostly on weekends and holidays. It’s very basic until recently unplugged. We’ve been able to enjoy boating and great hiking and a great way to enjoy and explore an area that was completely new to us. We also see Ben Mallory who visits from Burlington.

Our two and sometimes three Australian shepherds are a big part of our lives and Jessie spends a lot of time training them and competing in agility, obedience, rally and conformation. They have had remarkable success

even at the national’s level. Our dogs sure have far better credentials than we do, which isn’t that difficult! We have owned anywhere from 2-9 dogs. Currently we own 9 as Chili just happened to deliver 7 beautiful puppies on Christmas Day!

I have been able to share my passion for Winter sports and outdoor adventures as a ski coach at the Stratton Mountain Sports School for over almost 40 years and 35 as a PSIA certified. I was not a very good ski racer at Deerfield, but I turned out to be a pretty good technical skier and coach of 9 to 12 year olds. Late bloomer in that respect and I still have both my original knees, I’ll be at with a bit of ACL reconstruction on one. I’m living the dream as snow sports instructors love to say, and like telling the story how we got snurfing approved as a legit “sport” while at Deerfield. Maybe suffering through Don Burdick English and Ski Team had a delayed on me, although that might be a frightening thought to consider. Either way he was another Deerfield legend, Burdick actually required Alpine skiers to compete in a Nordic event. I always enjoy telling it to new racers. They don’t like to hear that!

Visits to VanDusen‘s beach house in Bald Head Island, North Carolina 2021

Our “Camp” on Lake Champlain— Come Visit!

Rob is “living the dream”

ROBERT (ROB) MEYER

Another way that Deerfield had great impact on me as my memorable first architectural course with Yugi Kishimoto, followed by my senior project at Richard Sharp AIA also a University of Pennsylvania grad and a Kahn student where I studied Master of Architecture with some of his professors.

Shortly thereafter I started my architectural practice and I designed and constructed the house that we still live in 42 years later. I tell Jessie, “we know too much to buy a house” so we stick with the one we have.

I don’t know if people realize just how special Kishimoto was as a teacher and only recognized it in respect. I have had a lifelong passion and appreciation for 3 architecture, design, and practice and that’s how it all started for me, gifted architect, educator and guitarist and continues to be a distinguished professor at Carnegie Mellon University.

I have also enjoyed playing and studying guitar for years and I think I now see Kishimoto years later as a silent though absent mentor. Learning music and playing the instrument has been challenging, rewarding, and fun!

I look-forward to seeing you all at the 50th Reunion, and for those who don’t attend, I hope our paths will cross again soon. Thanks in advance to the reunion chairs for planning the event and giving us a chance to reconnect and reminisce.

Robert, Opie, the Blue merle and Chili, the red tri, and Rio the Black tri Australian Shepherds.

Rob, Abby, and Jessie (Wife and Daughter), Jonathan Walsh, son-inlaw Jessie and Richmond at Abby’s graduation from VCU as family nurse practitioner (RN, NP) future so bright here we need shades.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II JEFFREY PETERSON

Hi old friends from 1975 class at Deerfield,

All’s well with me and my family. Besides a work stint in NYC (with apartment there) for 15 years, I continue to live in Greenwich, CT. The invitation for the 50th in October was very funny!

Married to Eda for 35+ years, two kids (Randy, 31, in Boston and Melanie, 29, in NYC).

Past Employment

• 14 years, Industrial Bank of Japan, Park Ave (Wire Manager)

• 14 years, Microphase Corp, Norwalk, CT (Controller) + two years NPO + four more years at Microphase

• About ten years of more controller work at various schools:

• Bi-Cultural Hebrew Academy of CT

• Hackley School

• St. Thomas Aquinas College

• Sarah Lawrence College Still planning to work 3-5 more years.

Other

• World travel (three circumnavigations—’83, ’88, ’91)

• USTA Tennis for 25 years

• Want to reduce gun violence in America with common sense measures over the next 10-15 years... Just need some good network contacts at strong “gun violence reduction” organizations (like Michael Bloomberg’s orgs) who are willing to think outside of the box on new and different ideas.

All’s well. I’ll likely stop by the 50th.

Take care, Jeffrey

PS: It was very sad to see and hear about our friend and artist Frank Riccio passing away about 10 years ago. Good friends from the far past.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II ANDREW (ANDY) PLAUT

I never would have thought 50 years could go by so fast. I also never thought about the future and what life at 68 would be like, 50 years ago. Personally, it’s been a wonderful journey. Graduated from Syracuse and moved to Utah where I worked in Little Cottonwood Canyon for 20+ years. I walked into a frame shop one day with a good friend and met a girl. We got engaged two weeks later and married five months after that. With four children and their respective spouses, five grandchildren and just the one wife, I can say that Lennie and I are happy after 43 years together. Best wishes to all my Deerfield brothers.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II SCOTT REISFIELD

Like Bogart, these days I never make plans that far in advance. But I probably won’t be at the reunion. Deerfield was great for me, and I would have been a different kid if I had graduated from East Brunswick High School. Deerfield really didn’t mold me, I just kind of floated through. But it did lay the groundwork for becoming an adult. I was a late bloomer.

What I really remember most is the teachers. I had not had such exposure

to adults outside my family before. I became an observer of adult life, both its successes and failures. I had great teachers who challenged me. But I really learned about life by watching them adulting 24/7, though I didn’t perceive that as part of the Deerfield experience at the time.

When we graduated into a preFacebook world, I lost touch with most of you. I was in Philadelphia, then Ann Arbor, and then Los Angeles, by the

time we were ten years out. I went to our ten-year reunion as an excuse to spend a weekend with my now wife, who lived in Philadelphia, while I lived in LA. Strange but true.

We froze our butts off. Weiden was kind enough to lend a sweatshirt. We remain eternally grateful. I did connect with Frank Riccio, with whom I remained in touch with until his death in 2014.

From LA, we moved to Pennsylvania; Colorado; Washington, DC; and finally back to Ann Arbor. The trees are the right height.

Two kids. Still married. Disgruntled former corporate executive who must be kept under constant supervision. Have fun, and I will hoist a margarita on June 6th

WILLIAM (BILL/SCHEFTY) SCHEFT

Let’s get the paperwork out of the way: I will be there in June, because 1) I promised Fritz, 2) I promised Kemp. It never occurred to me to go to our 50th because it is exactly the kind of thing that never occurs to me these days. I need to be nudged. Okay, then. Nudge received. I have been mostly unworldly, blessed

and nourished since I left the Valley weeping and frightened a half friggin century ago. Mostly. We’ll get to that. Not counting a 13-year detour as a standup comedian (Upson and Fraser were in the audience the first time I went on stage at Catch a Rising Star 12/29/80!), I have been able to be a writer all my life, which is all I ever wanted to be. Newspapers to magazines to late night television for 25 years to five published novels (... and counting?). All of which sprung from the generous guidance that fell into my lap thanks to the power of examples of teachers like Peter Brush, John O’Brien, and Dick Melvoin and the encouragement of many of my classmates, who not only laughed at some things I said, but told me to keep going.

My day/night gig at Letterman ended ten years ago, and I live a remarkably humane life, working on my fiction, occasionally getting to the top of the humor essay pile at the New Yorker or AirMail or the Washington Post, and playing with my band, The Truants (British Invasion and Garage covers...NOTHING AFTER 1967!)

As for the “mostly” part... My wife, the comedian, Adrianne Tolsch, went to Heaven eight and a half years ago. A year before she died, she got herself together for a dinner in the city, attended by Fritz, Kemp, Joute, their wives, and Schulte’s girlfriend du jour (Spoiler alert: Now Mrs. Robert Kraft). Let me tell you, even when Adrianne was well, the most she did shit like that was never. I asked her why at the end of the night. “I went because those guys are so important to you,” she said. She knew.

I am still a widower in progress, which means I keep moving. I will keep moving all the way till June.

(And now, because we’re all boys and I know you want a joke: Two guys meet on the street. They haven’t seen each other in three years. The first guy says, “How you doing?” The second guy says, “I’m doing great. I’m having sex with twins.” The first guy says, “Wow. How do you tell them apart?” And the second guy says, “Well, Sharon has a little tattoo of a rose on her right buttock... and Bob has a cock.”)

Me and Drumhead

Me at Lesbian Comedy Night

DA Baseball 1975

GRAHAM ANTHONY II TIMOTHY (TIM) SCHOEFFLER

Following my years at Deerfield, I headed south to Tulane in New Orleans. After a fun year there I transferred back north to Colgate University where I majored in history and graduated in 1979. From college, I headed straight to Wall Street to work in the financial services industry, which I still do. I started my career at Merrill Lynch as a research liaison to the retail sales force. My desk partner, for a couple of years, was Ged Parsons (Deerfield ’74). After three years at Merrill, I joined EF Hutton as a national product manager, which had me traveling the country, which was a great experience, considering I had only been west of the Mississippi once at that time in my life. After five years of having a blast in New York, I accepted a job in Boston. I spent a year there and hated it, and in 1985 I moved to Washington, DC, and found my true hometown.

My first job in Washington was working as a lobbyist for Drexel Burnham Lambert. There I got to mix and mingle with the famous and infamous, including Mike and Lowell Milken, Ivan Boesky, Charles Keating, Carl Lindner and both Franks…Borman and Lorenzo. I met Bill Gates in an elevator in Drexel’s Beverly Hills office. He was well on his way to being something big…but he had at that time a noticeable hygiene issue. Hope he has that under control now. It was fascinating to be a fly on the wall watching these “Masters of the Universe,” though many ultimately were featured in James B. Stewart’s book Den of Thieves.

I knew that lobbying was not my longterm calling, and I went back into sales and marketing in financial services as the Regional Director for Oppenheimer Funds. After working in a wholesaling

capacity in the financial industry for 25 years, in 2010 I transitioned to retail, working directly with individuals and small institutional clients. I received my CFP designation, and I joined Commonwealth Financial, where I still am. In 2023, I embarked on the early stages of my retirement process which will take a few more years. I have turned over all the administrative and operational responsibilities to my younger partners, which leaves only strategy and stock selection on my plate. It has made my day-to-day life a lot more enjoyable.

On a personal level, I moved after 36 years in Washington, DC, to Palm Springs, CA, in July 2021. It was part of my post-Covid reset; I realized that with clients in 36 states, I had no reason to stay in Washington. My two golden retrieves, Dasher and Comet, and I do not miss the east coast winters at all.

With Dash and Comet

TIMOTHY (TIM) SCHOEFFLER

Outside of work, I spend my free time travelling extensively. I also have renovated four historic homes, two in Washington, one in Provincetown, and my current home in Palm Springs. One of my DC homes was in Traditional

Home in 1998. I recently found out that the original owner of my Palm Springs home was Earle C. Anthony, an early pioneer in radio and television, and he was also the sole Packard Automobile Dealer in California for fifty years. He had showrooms throughout the state with his flagship in Hollywood. My home was his desert retreat for 24 years until his death in 1961. When I learned this, I decided it was only right that I should have a Packard in my driveway, and I recently purchased a 1940 Packard 160 convertible-sedan.

I’m active in local political affairs and am now the Vice Chairman of OnePS (Organized Neighborhoods of Palm Springs). Plenty of exciting things are happening in town and I enjoy being in the front row watching and participating in them.

Over the years, I have been pretty involved with Deerfield. I served with

the late great Hugh Bennett as co-class agent for 15 years and was on the Executive Committee of the Alumni Association for two terms in the 1990s. It has been great to see Deerfield thrive over the last five decades and I look forward to seeing a lot of classmates this spring at our reunion!

Tim Schoeffler with Packard 1.20.25

Hamp, CT

GRAHAM ANTHONY II PETER SCHULTE

So great to connect with our DA ’75ers! I feel like I haven’t been away that much, as I have stayed a bit in the Deerfield family. My two daughters are classes of 2010 and 2013, so I got to come back often; also served on the DA Alumni Association Executive Committee and a stint on the Board—and I’m extremely proud of our school. I believe DA continues to change with the times, although the experience and values continue to be very much the same across generations and decades!

I have two fantastic daughters (a film actress—Revell, 32; and a bond trader— Dashiell, 30; both in NYC) who appreciate their DA experience and friends tremendously. For the past 25 years, I have spent a lot of time on several

environment- and education-related non-profits, and I often feel I get more out of being on their boards than my experience assists them (primarily, the Rainforest Alliance, Lasell University and FoBB oyster planting on Eastern Long Island). Some of it sends me to crazy far flung corners of the globe. Still laboring at sports—primarily endurance oriented (triathlons), rounded out with playing a fair amount of tennis (often with Peter Melhado!).

I’m still living in Manhattan (not a surprise), and go to the office as much as possible :)! Work-wise—primary activity: started an investment firm in 1992 focused on buying companies that serve the U.S. federal government (providing technical services and mission execution

under contracts, across the budget serving all agencies—Civilian, DOD, Intel) and which causes me to be in DC and VA all the time; worked in investment banking (Salomon Brothers) starting in 1983 following business school at Yale School of Management (business and government); stayed on theme: was a gov major at Harvard undergrad. In the same swim lane, in 2013, started a private credit lender to smaller federal contractors which has become known and has filled a gap in its market. Somewhere along the way, I found out I am a terrible employee and much happier creating and running business opportunities!

So happy to be back at DA with all of you!! Best, PMS

GRAHAM ANTHONY II MICHAEL (MIKE) SHEEDY

I am thankful, first, to Mr. Boyle for giving me the interview that led to my admission to Deerfield, and then to Mr. Smith and Mr. Hagerman, for finding something worthy of their attention and guidance. My enduring memory of those days is the three laps around the tennis courts before lacrosse practice, always trailing Wigglesworth and Hafner. I would also like to thank Mr. O’Brien for curing my passive voice.

I am also thankful for the quality and depth of the academic preparation I received at Deerfield as it allowed me to muddle through four years at Hopkins with relatively little real effort. During freshman fall lacrosse, I caught the

attention of Henry Ciccarone and Fred Smith, whose patient (mostly) tutoring, helped me develop into an asset. It was a special privilege to play with a bunch of guys who elevated themselves and those around them, every day, to be a special team. Our Wednesday practices were particularly brutal, tougher than most of our games.

After a furtive stab at the Law, I embarked on a cross country bike trip from Baltimore to Los Angeles with my college girlfriend and future wife. Pro tip: when you are riding cross country, start in the west and go east, with the prevailing wind.

When the Marines told me they couldn’t (or wouldn’t) give me a flight contract, I went next door to the Navy. Three weeks later I was in Pensacola, FL. Our 5AM alarm clock was a steel trash can hurled down a hallway and raucously landing on the hard-polished floors to alert us to the arrival of our Drill Instructor. Corpus Christi, Texas for flight training for one year. From an original class of 100 in Pensacola, we graduated eight Naval Aviators.

The sixteen years I spent in the Navy took me to such exotic locales as Mogadishu, Djibouti, Masirah, Mauritius, Karachi (scary), Diego Garcia, Colombo, Cubi Point, Osan, Barranquilla, Cartagena, and Panama City. Spending time in these places made me forever grateful I was born in the U.S.

Married my college girlfriend, whose Public Health Service contract took us to Sedona, AZ, after her residency, and my time in the Navy was over. Two sons born in Arizona, Mick and Jackson, have been the best thing to happen in my life. Mick is now a physician, with a daughter, Iona; and Jackson, did a tour with the Marines, now with a son, Ryan.

Spent 22 years with Southwest, a career that was bookended by 9-11 and COVID. As an old jock, I looked forward to every day as if it was game day. The Boeing was a beautiful, elegant machine. The best part of my career was that it gave me the time and resources to go on bike rides throughout the American West, the Veneto, the Dolomites, and the Balearics. Italy was the best.

Mandatory retirement came at 65, three years ago. More bike rides through the Ozarks, Southern Utah, and the Colorado section of the Great Divide Ride with some old Navy buds. Hopefully, one day, we will be able to do the whole ride, clean, from Canada to Mexico. Been in Boise for 32 years.

2014 MCRD San Diego, Boot Camp Graduation with Jackson

2010 Mt. Whitney with Mick

With my wife at the North Rim of the Canyon 2021

Rehoboth Beach 2019 with members of JHU LAX 76,77,78,79,80

Mick and Jackson, Mt. Borah 2008

GRAHAM ANTHONY II IVAR SISNIEGA

The last time I was at Deerfield was in 2002, when we paid tribute to Mr. Boyle, who was ending his incredible 45-year teaching and coaching career. We held an alumni swim meet in his honor, so I saw some of you on that occasion. I haven’t been back to any reunions since 1995, so I hope to make it this year and reconnect with those of you who will be there. It will be great to catch up, as I imagine many of you are already retired and enjoying the life of leisure.

Over the past 35 years, I’ve been fortunate to work in various positions in the sports industry, and I am still active. Currently, I serve as the President of the Mexican Football Federation as we prepare for the World Cup next year. This is my second time working in soccer, having previously been the President of Chivas Football Club in the early 2000s. My youngest son, Pablo, is a professional goalkeeper currently playing for San Diego FC in MLS. He has also played for LAFC, Charlotte FC, and Real Sociedad in Spain. He also made me a grandfather for the first time when Isabella was born in the summer of 2024.

On the Olympic side, I served as the CEO of the Pan American Sports Organization and as the Chief of Operations for the Guadalajara 2011 Pan American Games. Prior to that, I was Mexico’s Sports Minister for six years. I attended the Paris 2024 Olympic Games last summer, marking the 12th consecutive Summer Games I’ve been a part of since competing in my first Games in Moscow in 1980.

My other son, Carlos, graduated from Stanford University in 2016 with a degree in International Relations and received his diploma from Condoleezza Rice. I am now happily married to Sayda Del Rio, and I hope to show her the strange and wonderful school I attended over 50 years ago, which still holds great memories and played a significant role in shaping the direction of my life.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II DAVID (DAVE) STARR

Greetings, classmates—

All good from my vantage point, but having just lost my Duke roommate at this writing, I feel blessed with good health and a loving family. Since our 25th reunion, I entered into a second marriage, and Anne and I decamped to my native Vermont to spend 15 years or so on a beautiful 26-acre farm near Middlebury. Lots of time spent cross country skiing and snowshoeing right out the back door, with a lovely pond for swimming and skating. My dream job with a Burlington-based boutique investment firm came to an end about 12 years ago, so after I helped transi-

tion that business (to Goldman Sachs), I decided to take a year or so off to reflect and rejuvenate. During that time, I stayed busy with some interesting non-profit ventures, namely as a governmental appointee to Vermont’s Pension Investment Committee, and as a board member and treasurer of the Shelburne Museum. Both roles were educational and enriching in different ways. Eventually a new job opportunity prompted us to relocate to the greater Philadelphia region in 2015, where I currently work for MetLife in their Investment business. We live in the Brandywine Valley, which thankfully

features much of the natural beauty and open land that we so enjoyed in Vermont. Outside of work, I stay active playing golf—I just took my 20th annual trip with the same group of guys—and am now enjoying pickleball and activities like hiking and biking. I have three children from my first marriage: Dave, Jr. (now 40!), Tricia (38), and Lizzie (36). Dave and Lizzie (with husband) are both in Denver, and Tricia and her family are in New Canaan, CT. We will be blessed with a fifth grandchild by the reunion, and we look forward to renewing so many great friendships at DA!

ALEXANDER (ALEX) STEGE

Fifty years ago at Deerfield, my closest friends were Jeff Peterson, who also was my classmate at Greenwich Country Day, and artists Bob Rawn and Frank Riccio. Our discussions were mostly about art and philosophy, and our most memorable class was “Wings of Perception.” However, my math and analytical abilities led me to the Tufts Engineering program after Deerfield.

When presented with the Environmental Engineering curriculum, I decided to change my major to Biology, and later to Geology, to get the most diverse science and liberal arts education.

During my freshman year at Tufts I became close friends with Paula, who I would reconnect with many years later. After three years at Tufts, I took a year off and worked at home before moving to Boulder, Colorado, where I took classes to finish my Tufts degree. In 1980, I commuted by bike up Table Mesa at the base of the Flatirons to work at the National Center for Atmospheric Research delivering mail to the world’s top climate scientists. Perhaps my most idyllic summer job ever was in 1981 when I lived at the CU Mountain Research Camp on Niwot Ridge, doing field work in geomorphology and hydrology in the upper Boulder watershed.

I left Boulder after finishing my degree, and traveled around the west in the summer of 1982 with Bob Rawn and David, my Boulder friend, getting as far as Alaska, before bicycling down the coast from Washington to California. That fall, I returned east to be with my family and found a job in New York. From 1983 to 1989, I worked at the Audubon Society in Manhattan, took graduate classes in science and environmental journalism at New York University, and worked for the pioneering ecologist and environment scientist, Barry Commoner, who got me started in solid waste research.

I left New York at the end of 1989 to start an Environmental Studies graduate program at the University of Oregon. Then in April 1990, Paula invited me to visit her in Redondo Beach for the summer where I could find work

in LA. That summer I found a job which became my 34+ year career at SCS Engineers, working in solid waste consulting and specializing in landfill methane. Paula and I already knew each other on a deep level from when we were young, and had an unbreakable foundation in friendship. We were married in Santa Barbara in 1991 and spent our honeymoon hiking in Colorado.

Paula and I share a strong desire to travel and to experience beautiful places and people around the world. When at home in Chandler, Arizona, I enjoy mountain biking in north Scottsdale, Sedona, or Flagstaff. Bob and David live in northern New Mexico where we get together most summers at David’s place in Taos.

Paula and I are still working and are grateful to be able, through our work, to have a positive impact on the world and other people, and to share our lives together and leave a positive legacy. I grew up with a feeling of trust, that life would work out well, which has given me the freedom to take risks, have some adventures, and find the right people to guide me on my way to where I am grateful to be today.

Here are some old photos of us from some years back when I was a bit less gray.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II PHILIP STOLTZFUS

Although a lifetime of dreams suggests otherwise, I never turned in a school assignment past the deadline. It is fitting that this update will be the first test of the magnanimity of those with the power of setting time limits.

Beginning with vital statistics, I remain the first and only husband of Terrie, my wife of something like 43 years (not counting a two-year warmup phase). We have two daughters, one of whom has married and produced two grandchildren, a boy of 6 and a girl of 3. The other, the younger one, shows few matrimonial instincts (“Dad, men are too needy”), so the grandchild spigot may have shut. We all live in London

—the next two generations were born here. I suppose that means the Deerfield story for the Stoltzfus clan is over. My father, my uncle, my brother, and I all came to Deerfield largely because the schooling options where we lived in Africa and the Middle East were in those days rather limited, not the case here in London.

Speaking of grandchildren, which I do endlessly and without fear of annoying people, they are a blessing. I have a friend who says to me, “Children are the investment, grandchildren are the dividends.” How right he is! It is true that our two are incredibly badly behaved. It is like living with a pair of terrorists. But the gift of grandchildren is that they reassure us that life goes on after we are gone. I can easily manage not seeing my daughters for weeks, since we are amply connected by WhatsApp and many other platforms, but a week without having my grandchildren on my lap seems incomplete. I divide my time between the business I started up 20 years ago, Thayer Brook Partners, and philanthropic work, mostly in higher education, and most of that for Lebanese American University (LAU) where I am Chairman of the Board. Thayer Brook was initially a quantitative fund management business, but during Covid I wound that part of it down, and now my partner and I focus on consulting, mostly doing digital integration for emerging fund managers and medium sized family offices (referrals welcome). LAU has been all absorbing, particularly in the last year during which we recruited a new president and had to manage through a war, still teaching our students despite

the bombs, operating two hospitals in extreme conditions, and trying to keep our community safe and in shelter. I am so proud of how our people managed through this living hell. It helped that there were no divisions among us—we all worked together to keep our mission going.

Deerfield is a remote memory to me, just a moment in a long life. My main recollection is of a faculty who took an interest in my slightest concern, who were so supportive. I had just come from an appalling international school in Jeddah, run by a bunch of Mississippi crazies who believed in the liberal application of corporal punishment. Deerfield was heaven by comparison, and the students were also for the most part gentle and kind. I am not in touch with our classmates except for Bill Fowler who I see once in a great while, and also Bob Vuyosevich (our John Williams proctor, not a classmate). I have a farm in Braintree, Vermont where I spend the summers, so I am no distance at all from Deerfield. I should be delighted if any of you paid me a visit either there or here in London.

My main takeaway having reached 67 is that life, at least my life, is an unfolding revelation that whatever current world view one has held to be true is completely unsubstantiated by new evidence. My childhood world view, formed through growing up in the diplomatic service, was certainly upended by Deerfield, an experience that has repeated itself again and again in later years. This is a happy thing, in my opinion. Maybe Deerfield helped shape a willingness to change my mind. In any case, I am grateful for the years I spent there with you all.

MICHAEL STONE

I am forever thankful of the opportunity to have attended Deerfield Academy. I had firsthand familiarity of “DA” during my father’s year in Vietnam. My parents decided that mother and I would wait out the year a few miles away off of Plain Rd. I attended Frontier Regional Middle School where I was befriended by Ronald Husted, Johnny Abercrombie, and Chuckie Ciesluk. Fall of 1969 was my first in person experience of the Academy. The occasion was a home football game. It was early in the year on a sunny day. Deerfield received the opening kickoff and started with their backs to the north end zone. I was enamored of the varsity’s green and white uniforms, their crisp and disciplined manner of advancing the ball and the beauty of the campus.

Upon my father’s return from Vietnam, I was faced with having attended four schools in four years, none of these schools approaching the quality of my elementary schooling. I hand wrote my request for a Deerfield application, completed the application in my own hand, spent an overcast fall day at the Middlesex School taking the SSAT. My

mother dropped a check for the modest application fee in the envelope. My application essay was a tribute to one of my greatest influences, my sixth-grade teacher, Mr. Steven Straight.

Deerfield was the only school I applied to.

Deerfield days cryptic snippets

• Ten straight bumper pool shots sunk, with a mid-game rules ‘adjudication’ by my opponent on Chip Cronkite’s bumper pool table in Mather basement.

• Thanks to Scott Reisfield and family for the table tennis table, Chapin basement.

• 17 Geometry chapters in 17 days.

• Nothing to do for a few hours; dial up a Biology Achievement.

• Phil Stoltzfus, Champ Cudahy and I (with ‘guidance’ by Mr. Bois ) had our own Holdovers experience Thanksgiving 1974. Rum supplied by me. Mixology by Champ.

• Hugh, Buddy, Jim, Kle and Michael. Ron and Richard. I am missing others, I am sure. We miss you, brothers.

Post Deerfield bullets

• Recruited by Coach Ostendarp at Amherst.

• Appointed to Naval Academy.

• Accepted to Brown and Georgia Tech.

• Matriculated at Virginia. Had a great time at Virginia, met brilliant and sophisticated men and women. Great brothers at the Sigma Phi Society.

• Joined Navy ROTC my junior year, selected for flight school after commissioning.

• Married college sweetheart.

• Moved to Pensacola, Fl.

• Moved to Whidbey Island, WA for training in the EA6B aircraft and eventual posting there.

• Was a sad time, as there were many newsworthy fatalities in A6 and EA6B aircraft in the early 1980’s.

• Posted to the USS Independence aircraft carrier

• Witnessed my first death; my squadron mate Lt. Roy H. Hodge III drowned right before our eyes in 6000 ft of water off the port side. Roy was a consummate gentleman and officer.

• Grenada, Beirut - Marine barracks bombing, Bekka Valley.

• Posted to Virginia Military Institute as ROTC instructor

• Admitted to Medical College of Virginia.

• Class President, MCV Medicine 1989, 1990.

• Divorce from first marriage.

• Graduation, Neuroscience Prize May 1992

• Accepted for residency at Geisinger Medical Center, Danville, PA

• Board certified American Board of Radiology 1996.

• First job in Gadsden, AL

• Relocated, new position in Cortland and Binghamton, NY, 1997

• Remarried to a kind, lively, beautiful second wife. Two wonderful stepchildren and 3 of our own.

• Moved to Denver, CO in 2009. 3 years of private practice followed by 12 years with the Veteran’s Health Administration.

• Chief of Imaging from 1/2017 to 9/2024.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II STUART (STU) UPSON

its rear window, made the trip a bit... sweaty. Perhaps Pete can explain why there was no rear window.

I graduated from CMC with a degree in Political Science. My original plan was to major in Economics, but getting a C in my Intro to Econ class first semester of freshman year made me rethink that. Perhaps my proudest achievement during my four years in Southern California was that I never called anyone “dude” or used the word “gnarly.”

I enjoyed California, but there are only so many In-N-Out burgers one can devour in a lifetime, so I came back east, specifically NYC, to put my Political Science degree to good work and look for a job in advertising. During the interview process, I was advised not to claim “a founding member of SIP at Deerfield Academy” as one of my major achievements. Apparently, it was not as prestigious an accomplishment as I thought (and still do), so I removed it from my resume.

by MIT, but apparently you have to be really good at math and science to go there. Go figure. Pete Weinberg and I drove to Southern California in his Ford Pinto station wagon to begin our freshman year at CMC. Given that the car had no air conditioning and was also missing

I spent 10 years in the advertising business and then had the opportunity to move into the sports industry as VP, Business Development at Major League Baseball Properties. I have been fortunate to have had an enjoyable career in sports over the past 30+ years with senior executive positions at several entities, including First USA Bank, Skip Barber Racing, the United States Bowling Congress, the International Tennis Hall of Fame, and USA Pickleball. I’m now doing consulting and project work with various pickleball organizations. I’m done with 60-hour work weeks!

Kate and I live in Darien, CT, the same rough and tumble town I grew up in. Our two daughters, Mara and Emily, both attended Deerfield, along with sons and

daughters of what seemed like several dozen other members of our class. It was great to reconnect with Deerfield through their time there, even though all the dorms I lived in had been torn down by then. By the way, I did not put any pressure on them to choose Deerfield. The only rule I gave was they could not consider Choate.

Here are some other random updates:

• Beau Fraser and I have shared NY Rangers season tickets for over 40 years. Jane, our favorite bartender at MSG, has become our best friend ever.

• I have not been to prison, yet.

• I created AI (not just me, there was a group of us).

I’m looking forward to seeing a lot of you at the reunion. I will be at the store.

THERON (TAD) VANDUSEN

I graduated from Penn on time in 1979 and moved to New York to do my Mad Men stint at a couple of large ad agencies. It took a while but I eventually concluded that my highest (or higher) and best (or better) use was to—gulp—become a lawyer. Having had a really good time in Manhattan in my 20s, I decamped to law school at Duke and set about learning how to think...like an attorney.

For the next 30+ years I was a transactional attorney at Maupin Taylor &

Ellis, then Williams Mullen in Research Triangle Park and Raleigh. Deals, deals, deals, clients, clients, clients...lots of money engineering!

Having fled the north, I’ve now lived more than half my life in the South, although Raleigh/Durham/Chapel Hill doesn’t really look or sound like the South. For that, I go visit Walter (Clark) over in Iron Station!

Along the way, I begot two sons, both of whom were born in Durham and thus are true Southerners, of which they are at pains to remind me regularly. I am still a Yankee in their minds. I also acquired two stepsons and helped shepherd four boys through their teenage years without doing permanent damage to them, or them to me. There were a number of encounters with law enforcement however. Enough so, that one year at Christmas, we had an autographed picture of our local sheriff on the kitchen counter.

I retired in June 2022 without a plan. Numerous clients had counseled me that I needed to have a plan otherwise I might flounder after being Type A for so long. Well, the plan found me quickly. While I don’t practice law anymore, it’s impossible to turn off an active mind. I’ve delved into utility and energy law and policy, have taught myself North Carolina election law, and sit on the board of a large nonprofit that operates a successful and effective two-year residential program for substance abusers. Since retiring, I have gotten into the best physical shape I’ve been in since playing hockey at Deerfield. Snurfing was really fun for a whole lot of reasons, but not necessarily fitness focused. Anyway, as a two-time cancer survivor plus a lot of new parts, taking better care of myself is a priority. After

a long hiatus, I’ve also resumed skiing. Speaking of which, last year was the 50th anniversary of John Schultz’ death in Argentina. Dwight and I observed that occasion together last year in March in Colorado. I recall our remembrance involved some vodka.

Dwight, Walter, Ron, and I were very tight at Deerfield and we remain tight and in touch to this day. Those and other deep friendships forged at Deerfield persist and grow through all the vicissitudes of life. I am hoping and praying we will share many more experiences together in the years to come. I’ve not been back to DA since our 25th and so look forward to catching up with y’all in June.

GRAHAM ANTHONY II PRESTON VORLICEK

Finished up at MIT in ’81 (MS)…swimming team helped me keep my sanity from the academic intensity (which was a “pure meritocracy” at the time…no DEI!). Worked in the satellite communications industry for 20 years before co-founding small company. Ran the company for 15 years before changing career to “traveler/adventurer.” Suzanne (wife of 39 years!) and I spend a bulk of the year traveling. Summers in our truck camper “Cousin Eddie” (from “Vacation” fame) bouncing around North America. Picture is of us “boondocking” in Alaska. Fall and winter with international travels (latest two trips: Portugal and Morocco...Taiwan, Indonesia, Australia and NZ.) and a bit of skiing. Having a blast!! We’ll keep this up as long as we can.

Two boys, one in the Boston area the other in Memphis. Oldest just made me a grandfather...have her in the pool at six months!

I stay in regular contact with Colin Hampton and Bill Jenkins and occasional contact with Jeff Hoye and connected up with Ivar Sisniega several years ago in Mexico City. Attended Fritz Homans’ (’76) celebration of life with Colin in Maine in 2022.

Definitely coming to the reunion and hope to catch up with lots of classmates.

ROBERT (BOB) WARFIELD

As the Beatles said, it has been a long and winding road. Nevertheless, I find myself here in Ithaca, NY, where I have been since the mid-1980s. When I first arrived, I rehabbed a few properties and picked up some construction skills. While I enjoyed the work, it was not a good fit for the long run. So, I got an Information Technology (IT) degree at a nearby community college, which led to an internship and then a job at a local

utility company. Landing an IT job at that time was fortunate, as this happened amid the early-1990s recession.

At the time most IT departments were using mainframe computers, so the work mostly consisted of PL/1 programming, one of the less frequently used mainframe languages. This was fortuitous because Cornell had invented a variant of PL/1 and was using it for some of their enterprise systems. So that got me in the door there, where I have been employed for the last 30 years. Along the way, I have changed jobs and job titles a few times, picked up an MS in Software Development and Management from RIT, and developed various information systems using a wide range of technologies.

Currently, our group is in the midst of re-architecting our data validation and storage system from the ground up. The plan is to finish developing the new system over the next two and a half years, hand it off to the NYS Department of Environmental Conservation, and then shut down the project, at which point I will retire.

Greater Ithaca has been a congenial place to live these last 35 years. Because of the university, there is tremendous diversity here and much to do when you are so inclined. I have especially enjoyed the local art house cinema, the summer music scene, and the fine dining establishments. We are 20-25 minutes from decent alpine skiing. Gore and Whiteface are easily accessible on weekends and New England is not far away. My sister and I inherited the family cottage on the south end of Skaneateles Lake, a 40-minute drive from where I live. My wife and I spend as much time as we can up there during the summer and, hopefully, will spend

considerably more after I retire.

Our household consists of my wife; Allison, and me, plus six rescue animals; three dogs and three cats. We recently purchased a new home in the countryside east of town with uninterrupted views out across meadows and forests to Mt. Pleasant in the distance. A former owner was a master gardener, and we are spending considerable time restoring her gardens while also transitioning to pollinator-adapted plants and restoring habitat. Another plus, the property is a good birdwatching spot, which I have done off and on for many years.

ROBERT (BOB) WARFIELD

We have had the opportunity to do a bit more traveling in recent years. This past summer my nephew got married in Sayulita, Mexico. After the wedding

and some beach time, we stopped in Marin County, California, on the way back. While there I drove down to the Monterrey Peninsula and spent the afternoon with my college roommate whom I had not seen in 45 years, much like most of our Deerfield classmates. I have been back on campus twice since our 10th reunion, once while spending the day going through Historic Deerfield back in the 1990s. As we were getting ready to leave, who should ride up on his bicycle, looking much like I remembered him, but Mr. Hodermarsky. It must have been close

to the end of his time there. Although I did not realize it then, the encounter was certainly for me the last trace of the Deerfield I once knew. When I was next back on campus about 15 years ago for our goddaughter’s graduation, the feel of the place had changed. There were still a few familiar faces, but the vibe was more like a smaller Andover than the idiosyncratic institution finding its way forward after 66 years under Frank Boyden’s leadership that we attended. While I do not think of it often, I am glad to have been there then and to have shared in those times.

FREDERIC (FRED) WAUGH

Together again 50 years later—it’s not possible.

First, I thank Deerfield for molding what they could out of me. Sending me off still a work in progress but with a solid foundation for my educational journey. Second, I thank Deerfield for a broad range of memories of the work, the sports, the camaraderie, a healthy hatred for Choate, the music, the new friends (now older), the parties, not catching us at those parties, did I mention a healthy hatred for Choate, and an amazing amount of meals together. Thanks for sending us out better prepared for the next step in our journeys. I recollect May of 1975 as a blur of tests and final exams. Then the first

week in June came. Graduation came. Walter Cronkite came to send us on our way. “And that’s the way it is,” on our final broadcast. Our Class of ’75 brothers in arms immediately dispersed for the last time. Though I wasn’t prepared to leave my comrades, the car was packed and off we went. And here we are 50 years later, returning home to the little Pocumtuck village. The journey we all embarked on 50 years ago continues with many of us together once again on the Deerfield campus.

Since leaving Deerfield, my journey over the past 50 years logged a few miles. I lived and worked in Chicago, New York, London, and Paris. Then I began traveling in earnest—traveling among the seven continents and extensively throughout Africa and Europe. I was given three pieces of advice: have your things in order, say yes to opportunities (and figure it out later), and have your passport ready.

I traveled in many different ways:

Skiing: The French, Swiss, Austrian, and Italian Alps

Biking: The hills of Tuscany

Rafting: The Zambezi River below Victoria Falls between Zambia and Zimbabwe; the Mekong River in Northern Thailand

Sailing: The Nile River from Aswan to Cairo; the Volga River from Moscow to St Petersburg; the Danube from Salzburg to Vienna; the Lemaire Channel in Antarctica by zodiac; the Drake Passage–Ushuaia/Puerto Williams to Antarctica; the Greek islands—Athens to Istanbul—

and up the Turkish coast to the Black Sea; Scotland , Oban to Inverness— “Lord of the Glens”—through the lochs; Mexico, the Sea of Cortez

Ballooning: Over Kenya; over South Africa over Tanzania over Turkey (Cappadocia)

Driving: Throughout Europe

Flying: South Africa piloting flights between camps; Botswana piloting flights between camps

Game drives: South Africa, Botswana, Tanzania, Kenya, Zimbabwe, Zambia, and Rwanda

FREDERIC (FRED) WAUGH

Hiking: Peru—Hiking to the top of Machu Picchu and Huayna Picchu; Rwanda—climbing with Mountain Gorillas in the Virunga Mountain range; Nepal—Lukla to Kala Patthar from 9,383’ to 18,519’—foothills of Everest; China—the Great Wall

Rail: South Africa—Blue Train from Cape Town to Johannesburg; Switzerland —Glacier Express from Zermatt to St. Moritz; Russia—Moscow to St Petersburg; Peru—Cusco to Machu Picchu

Camels: Israel—riding near Dead Sea Scrolls; Egypt—riding around Giza

Ostriches: South Africa—riding ostriches near Stellenbosch

Elephants: South Africa—riding elephants

Primates: Borneo climbing with orangutans; Rwanda climbing with mountain gorillas

Sledding: The Cresta Run in St. Moritz, Switzerland

Bullfights: Spain—Fuengirola bullring on the Costa del Sol

Helicopters: Maui; Swiss Alps; Botswana

Swimming: Galápagos with hammerhead sharks, Galápagos penguins (tiny penguins), and seals

Floating: The Dead Sea in Israel— lay back and float.

Wine tasting: Cheval Blanc and various southern French wineries

Scotch tasting: Along the Scottish west coast (Big fan of the single malt Islay Scotches!)

You must be grateful for the people you meet, the cultures you encounter and the extraordinary sights along the way.

I still have a few more items on my bucket list. My passport will always be ready. See you out there!

“And that’s the way it is.”

PETER WEINBERG

In the fall of 1975, Stu Upson and I loaded up a Ford Pinto station wagon with our gear and headed out to Claremont, California. While it was a different planet out there, I loved it; to such an extent that I wanted to stay in Los Angeles. But as luck would have it, there were no jobs (for me at least) so I came back and started work at Morgan Stanley in 1979. After going to

Harvard Business School and spending the bulk of my career at Goldman Sachs, I co-founded Perella Weinberg Partners, where I still work. I was introduced to my wife, Debby, by my Scaife co-proctor Jamie Kempner. We have three boys, two daughters-inlaw and two grandchildren. We lived in London for years, a personal and professional highlight. I was honored

to serve on the boards of Deerfield and King’s Academy in Jordan. Fondest memories at Deerfield include lacing up and taking slappers in the rink long after closing time, spring tennis on the lower level, Varsity Crowd, classes with Mr. Morsman and Mr. McGlynn, Senior spring. Still can’t find my way to having anything nice to say about a Choatie...but it’s only been 50 years.

Family holiday photo

ROBERT (ROB) WINANS

Hello it’s me—I’ve thought about this for a long, long time! Nothing like Todd Rundgren to take us back to the 70s— when our dorm rooms were overrun by turntables with oversize speakers, wall tapestries, Snurfer snowboards, black light posters, and so on. Maybe even a slide rule on the desk!

Apologies for the photo—I always liked attention, so I guess nothing has changed, 50 years later! Health is gratefully fine—even better than before, actually—after successful open-heart surgery. As the doctor later told me, likening it to football, “We were at the end of the game, doing the 2-minute drill, and it was either win or go home!” It’s a good story, but we’ll save it for cocktails at the reunion!

It also sums up a lot of what I feel these days. I’m blessed, and it’s been a good ride—a ride that had great beginnings in the Pocumtuck Valley during our formative years at Deerfield. We were encouraged to grow and think and mature – or, in some cases, just be immature – and to prepare ourselves for all the opportunities and uncertainties that would follow. Such vivid memories, such friendships and camaraderie, that it’s hard to believe we’re talking 50 years ago!

Quick stats: went to Bowdoin, worked in New York City for several years (banker at Manufacturers Hanover), went back to Business School at Dartmouth, did a little stint in junk bonds at Drexel Burnham (till being put out of business), moved to Los Angeles to do boutique bond sales, did some real estate investing, and now for the last decade brokering homes in LA.

My extended family lives on Cape Cod in the summers and Vero Beach, FL in the winters, so that’s where you’ll find me when not in LA. Please reach out!

I’m also incredibly blessed to have a son with my namesake (RKW Jr., though he goes by his middle name Kimball) who is a true mini-me, so we share in many multi-generational circles of friends for golf, skiing, sailing, and tennis (with pickleball picking up some serious steam!). He’s also doing the “Wall-Street-hours-in-LA” thing, which is miserable at 5:00 am, but great for 4:00 tee times!

I’m part of the Reunion Committee and it’s been a real treat to catch up with everyone, and I look forward to doing the same with the rest of our Class of ’75 come June. It’s also been a little bittersweet, as some 22+ members of our class are no longer with us. We

plan to do a memorial at the old Brick Church during reunion weekend and share in their memory.

Despite all the great advances in medicine, our 100th Reunion is not a given, so let’s all get back and relive the glory days while we still can! As Green Day’s melancholy lyrics go, “It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right…I hope you had the time of your life.”

GRAHAM ANTHONY II ANDREW (ANDY) YANG

Coming from Taiwan, immersion into the Deerfield experience was inspiring and unsettling. One of my enduring memories was being herded by a guide under the vibrant foliage and initiated to the heritage of the Academy and historical village. She told the story of a pre-dawn raid of 1704, devastating violence evidenced by a scarred iconic relic down the street. The haunting narrative continued with the march of the captives through the wilderness; many perished, and a few assimilated into the native tribes. From a hundred ancient windows flashes back the “fire’s” light.

My assimilation at the outpost in 1972 was far less grim. I shared a mirror with a Viking. I watched him shave with a

taped hand. A slice from his chest upward to his stubbled jaw. I attempted to read Greek Mythology with my English Chinese dictionary, confounded as “Odysseus” was nowhere to be found.

My adjustment was eased by the gracious teacher/coaches, dorm mom, various staff, and my unforgettable class of gentlemen. A special kinship was formed in isolation. Being at nowhere, the absolute quietness of the landscape enhanced connections, to new and old tribes, and novel concepts. This quietness also resonated with something deep within.

Following Deerfield, I went to Williams College with Henry Lee. He was abducted by the ladies before the first snow. After a year of pre-med classes, a seismic shift occurred. My Deerfield immersion awakened something dormant. I had an ardent desire to expand my mind. I became a Studio Art major with the freedom to explore Philosophy, Art History, Religion, and other uncharted territories.

Post-Williams, I became an artist and lived on Canal Street in NYC, another frontier. I supported myself as a waiter and truck driver. In those days, a ferry ride to Staten Island was like traveling abroad.

I persisted with art making, each day a small discovery. After five years of studio life, I shifted again. I attended the architecture graduate program at Harvard. After graduation, I worked for Mr. Cobb at PCFP (IM Pei and Partners) and participated in international civic projects.

I returned to Taiwan in 1992. There I met Emilia, a Chinese Filipino, and

we got married. Soon after, I was asked by my father-in-law to help with the family business. I had to learn about the real estate related business. Emilia and I braved through the ebb and flow of the past 30 years and learned to respect the unruly power of the market and karmic forces. Eventually, having untangled and simplified the business, we are now semi-retired. These days I find time to walk in our lush wilderness but miss the frozen meadow and river of Deerfield.

We have one daughter, Siennah. She is with us in Taiwan, after eight years in NY, including four years at Vassar College. She is an urban environmental planner, and very fond of the Hudson Valley.

My best wishes to all my cherished friends of 1975. If any of you come by this part of the world, I will be ready with warm rolls and ice-cold milk.

The Deerfield Song

Words by Ralph Herrick Oatley

(Current lyrics, updated in 1989)

Her sons and daughters rally In thoughts of Deerfield days, When in Pocumtuck Valley, We sing their songs of praise, Deerfield, Deerfield, Deerfield, Hail! New laurels we’ll bring to thee, Won on life’s field; Honor and victory, to thee we will ever yield. Let’s pledge loyal hearts again; Come now with all your might, And sing to the glory of the Green and the White. And once again our voices

We lift to praise her fame. Each loyal heart rejoices In glory of her name. Deerfield, Deerfield, Deerfield, Hail! •

The Deerfield Evensong

Words by Richard Warren Hatch

Music by Ralph Herrick Oatley

Far beyond each western mountain Gleam the fires of dying day; Softly from each hidden fountain Flows the river on its way. All the valley lies in splendor Hushed before the coming night;

From a hundred ancient windows Flashes back the sunset’s light.

Now the meadow-wind’s soft whisper Stirs the old elm’s silhouette, Bends each leafy tower above us, Caught in evening’s dusky net. Now the day is done with striving;

Let the heart hold memory bright; Soon these halls and fields we’re leaving— Raise we song before the night.

Let the circling night be softened By the ember’s last faint glow; In the firelight we will gather Bound by song before we go.

Deerfield Days are days of glory, Memory lives in every one; Let no other name be spoken Till the even-hour is done.

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Hugh Bennett Frederic Cady Jr. Vincent Cole

Frank Riccio II

David Fitzgerald

James Hardee Jr.Stephen HareRonald Husted

Robert Ginn

Kleberg Johnson Jr.

Carl Leone

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John Schultz

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Cary Bell

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Peter C. Brush

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Donald Burdick ’47

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Eileen Bush

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Philip E. Charron Jr. French, Latin 38 years: 1951-1990

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Charles Danielski ’53 Biology 40 years: 1959-2000

William Dargan Music 3 years: 1974-1977

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Christopher J. Dixon

English

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English

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History

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English

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Spanish

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French

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Allayne Heyduk

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Alexander Howe Art 3 years: 1973-1976

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English, Art History

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3 years: 1974-1977

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Government, Athletics

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Robert P. Barton (Bob)

After a 30-year career in marketing and strategic planning, including a stint as the VP of marketing of the biggest portapotty business in the world, I took over running our family office. That has been a great job and I am now deep in succession planning so I can retire on my 70th birthday. My first wife and I split up, and I will be celebrating 15 years with my second wife, Leslie, this year. She makes me the happiest man in the world. I have two sons and two grandsons who were born right at the start of the pandemic. That sucked! I've gone to the dark side and have a power boat now. We get off cruising every summer all over the coast of Maine. I had a total replacement of my right knee in November. I wish I did that sooner!

John C. Cramer

• Retired

• Married to Dotty, two boys Jack and Spencer

• US Naval Air 76-80

• American Univ - 81-84 - BA – Physics

• Software Developer in Financial Services and Student Services at various Universities

• Living the dream in SoCal 89 - ?

In Memoriam

Rick Valles

Rick Valles 60, of Middleton, MA. passed away on February 16, 2018 after a lengthy illness. Rick was born in Beverly and raised in Peabody. He was a graduate of Deerfield Academy and Babson College. Rick worked for the MBTA for several years. In his youth, Rick was an accomplished swimmer and earned All-American Honors while at Deerfield Academy. After his swimming days concluded, Rick applied his knowledge and experience coupled with his competitive spirit to the coaching ranks. He gave back to the sport he loved and which defined him by passionately coaching and mentoring young swimmers at the National Level. Rick had "a gift" for bringing out the best in people and for finding "the good" in everyone he came in contact with. Rick leaves behind his wife Rosanne who was the "love of his life" and who provided incredible devotion, commitment, unconditional love and support to Rick throughout their marriage and his extended illness. Rosanne's family became Rick's family and loved him very much. Her two daughters Stefanie Sorrentino and Kelly of Haverhill, Danielle Sorrentino and Heather of Seabrook, NH and son, Francesco Sorrentino and his wife Kerry of Tewksbury, MA all had a special place in Rick's heart. In addition, Rick leaves behind his four sons, Philip, Nicholas, Alexander and Christopher Valles of Danvers from a prior marriage. Rick never stopped loving his boys. Rick's sister Elyse Champigny and husband Jimmy of Peabody, brother Peter Valles and his wife Pam of Peabody and niece Vanessa McGunnigle and her husband

Kevin of Hingham all played important and influential roles in Rick's life and who he loved and valued so very much. Rick is predeceased by his parents, Philip and Veneta Valles and his nephew, Jonathan Champigny all formerly from Peabody.