www.andover.edu/intouch who answered, “Thank you for mentioning me in your column’s item about me and George Rider arriving on the same destroyer, USS Preston, along with Shelby Coates, who was also in my first wedding, in 1955. The three of us were pictured on that ship in a bulletin around that time. The reunion didn’t last long, as George transferred to the Abbot. Shelby got out, and I went to the squadron staff when the whole staff was transferred to the Pacific fleet in the spring of ’56. The transfer gave me the opportunity to move to California, where I worked in the entertainment industry for the next 50 years. The Navy continued to be part of my life after my seagoing days ended. I made documentaries and training films for the Naval Reserve Mobil Photo Unit until I retired, in the ’80s. After retirement, my wife and I opened our own public relations firm, which lasted 30 years. One of my favorite memories of those years was coordinating the Bob Hope Christmas shows to entertain the troops in 1983 and ’87.” Charlie Treuhold called attention to a column on doctor-assisted suicide written for the January 23 edition of the Wall Street Journal by Paul McHugh. Even with the help of WSJ expert Dan Garland, I was able to uncover only part of the article. It was relevant and thought-provoking. Allen West received this note from Bill Breed, who in turn had received it from Harry “Mac” Dunlap’s only child, Bill: “Hello, friends and family. It’s with a heavy heart that I’m writing to inform you my mom, Barbara, passed on Ash Wednesday.” Bill Breed continued, “Ironically, my wife, Judy, and I are currently in Arizona, where some of our activities brought back remembrances of some of our travels with Mac in Colorado and Arizona.” Terry Buchanan was prompted by Barbara Dunlap’s passing to check in. Mac was one of his closest Andover brothers. Terry and wife Fran were just back from a tour of Italy that included Florence, Venice, Verona, Bologna, Siena, and San Gimignano. Charlie Maslin signed in to admire the group picture at Fenway Park [in the winter issue]. We harvested some news from the Yale Alumni Magazine. In New Haven last November, Dick Coulson met with Jonathan Holloway, the newly appointed dean of Yale College, to discuss final plans for the dean’s visit to the Bahamas, where he planned to conduct research as a professor of African American studies. During Dean Holloway’s visit to the Bahamas, Dick arranged for him to meet with the president of the College of the Bahamas in connection with its effort to attain the status of a university. And Dick’s daughter, Amanda, director of the National Art Gallery of the Bahamas, set up a radio talk, lecture, and museum visits for the dean. Dick’s memoir, A Corkscrew Life, continues to do well on Amazon. My wife, Maralyn, and I caught the last flight from Boston to Sarasota in January before the snow started and didn’t return until the snow had all melted in April. We had time to meet Nancy and Mike Hurwitz for lunch harborside
in Punta Gorda. They look great and play lots of golf. They report that Barbara and Dick Rubin are pleased with their new quarters and enjoying good health. We traveled to Fort Myers to enjoy the hospitality of Ruth and Bob Diefenbach at their high-rise apartment, where the Diefenbachs greeted local alumni, along with Thom Lockerby and Diane Glynn from the Academy. Anne and Dick Kimball were there. Dick still asks that you excuse his memory, but he seems to be doing well. Two members of the Class of 1947 attended with their wives: Judy and Bob Lasley and Cindy and Dave Adams. Bill Miner tells me that the Kimballs planned a trip to Penobscot Bay for the summer. Bill and wife Judy enjoyed a coastal tour of France this spring. They had mostly good weather, and who can deny the wines of Bordeaux? We met Joan and John Monsky in Winter Park, Fla., for pleasant company, interesting museums, and good food. Joan has backed off from chairing a list of functions, but she is still vitally involved in Jacksonville life. John continues at the same pace in the finance world. The Diefenbachs visited Sarasota later in the season; we were pleased to share two performances of the Sarasota Opera. And it seems there is always a new restaurant to be tried in Sarasota. The Boston group met in May. Phil Aronson, Bob Brace, Norm Henderson, Sandy Saunders, Bob Segal, Allen West, and Betsy Farber (Allen’s friend) attended. We could count three canes, a walker, and a new valve, but the conversation extended into the afternoon. We were saddened to learn that Bob McCoubrie passed away on Dec. 30, 2014. We have no details.
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Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes. (Go to the end of the section if you need help in translation.) Just the other evening I remembered my dunderhead performance in Latin II. Professor “Porky” Benton presided, leaning his girth dangerously back in the tilting spring-loaded wooden desk chair. He pronounced the dreaded word, “Next.” I fumbled and stumbled through the passive periphrastic minefields of Caesar’s Gallic War. At the end of the semester he called me in for a conference. Surprisingly, he enquired about whether I had any plans to pursue a career in Latin study any further. Flattered at first, I confessed that I had other academic fields to conquer. He then said, “In that case, I will give you a pass.” He didn’t want to inflict me upon any other Latin teacher. I was reminded of my predicament when I came
across an article in the New York Review of Books written by our classmate Walter Kaiser, in which he reviewed a new book, Chasing Lost Time. Walter tells of his post-Andover studies at Shrewsbury School in Shropshire, England, where he spent most of his time translating Greek to Latin and vice versa. As Walter tells it, the final assignment before entering a program of higher education was (warning—information ahead may be disturbing) this: “We were asked to translate the last act of Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra into Greek or Latin tragic meter, in the style of Aeschylus.” OK, guys, now take a deep breath. Back in the real world on the mean streets of Savannah, Ga., Ools Lindholm reports an exclusive power lunch with an impressive cast of characters consisting of Messieurs [Harvey] Zarem, [Bob] Weber, Lindholm, and [Bill] Rhangos. A number of sobering medical insults to the body were covered. The Lindholms are planning a trip of a lifetime: Savannah to Prague, cruise down the Danube to Budapest, then on to Copenhagen and the last leg, aboard the Queen Mary to New York. Hard to imagine. Art Doran and Bo Polk both have grandsons at Andover, carrying on a wonderful tradition. Bo is planning a Bermuda holiday fiesta for his whole clan. Bob Brown brought us up to date on his life. He lost his wife some years ago and has now mostly given up his law practice, at which he was a great success in the negligence and liability fields. He still keeps his hand in with a small practice. He is the admissions rep for Andover in his part of Missouri and is highly impressed with the caliber of today’s kids. He keeps up to date with Artie Doran and Stu Ingersoll through frequent telephone talks. He feels the secret to a good life for us old gaffers is to stay busy and involved. Buddy Linn and wife Lynn reported their desire to visit Washington during cherry blossom time. Awful weather destroyed the blossoms, so they made the best of things and visited all the memorials new and old and took a complete rubberneck tour of the city. Hank Wood (in the words of Ted Torrance, “the new earthly and spiritual leader of our class, to whom we will be looking for advice and guidance”) organized a lunch with Ted and Jim Cartmell in Vero Beach, Fla. Bill Fleming has retired from his medical practice and continues the enviable life of a motorhome nomad. Kath and Carl Shaifer are happy to have their first and third sons return to their happy nest to brighten the lives of the old timers. Wrestling, lacrosse, and soccer keep everybody busy but happy. Give the Buzzer [Buzz Tilton] a buzz at tiltsbuzz@msm.com. I received the sad news that we lost another good and great classmate, Bill Millager. Ave atque vale. (Translation of opening line: If you can read this, you have too much education.)
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