NAP Network I

John Popp ‘78 #793

[Sent dues, back dues, very generous Wash funds, and equally (very generous) scholarship funds in the name of Walter Zabriskie (thankfully still with us).]

I am sorry I did not get a note into the Zib Edition. I have great memories of liverwurst and onion sandwiches and cold beer one summer day at Zib’s home, as well as working with him during my tenure as President of NAP during the volatile period involving the admission of women into the fraternity. Zib is what NAP is all about. My sincere best wishes for his continued support.

Janet Loyd ‘79 #827

I thoroughly enjoyed the Zib-ute issue of the Oak Leaf. Zib truly is the heart of the fraternity in many ways. His welcome meant a great deal to me as one of the earlier female brothers. Thanks also to Steve Zetterberg for the opportunity to speak my piece (peace?) on the subject at one of those excellent twilight dinners in ‘79 or ‘80.

Some ten years ago I wrote Zib with the news I’d settled into a small pocket of rural tarheel culture, rooted among the Cascade Mountains of the Pacific Northwest. “Write a Book!” exclaimed Zib. A tongue-in-cheek fiction titled Bareback Bitches from Hell resulted, pieced together from odd bits of local characters and lore. Although sadly unpublishable for legal reasons, it was great fun to research on lots of high-country packtrips.

So Zib, I appreciatively toast you and the brotherhood with some of our fine (also illegal) local moonshine. Visitors are always welcome, especially if they’re handy with a manure fork. Hope to see you at next reunion.

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Jack Oakey ‘37 #151

[Sent dues and a scholarship donation.]

I was saddened when I received Paul Taylor’s e-mail letter telling me that Bob Crozier ‘36 had passed away. Bob was my closest friend while I was at college. We worked on the night dishwashing crew with John McWethy our sophomore year and joined Nu Alpha Phi in the fall of 1933. He was maggot number 148. I was 151. Of the five of us in that group in ‘33, I am the lone survivor. Something is catching up with us. At any rate I have enclosed a couple of checks with this note.

I am most pleased with the last Oak Leaf. That tribute was long in coming. Sorry I can’t make it for Alumni Day. Give my regards to all that are able to make it.

Louise and Jan keep me posted on what is going on in San Dimas. When you have time, drop me a line. I always look forward to hearing from you.

Fraternally and with best regards,

--Jack

Lee Clearman ‘33 #123

Dear Zib,

My typewriter ribbon is weak, but not as weak as my writing.

The enclosed clipping from today’s Porterville paper tells of the death of Dr. Jim Shelton, founding and long-time director of the Porterville State Hospital. (I believe we drove through its grounds when you and Nancy were up here one time.)

Jim graduated from Pomona in 1944. John Alman’s first wife, Ruth Shelton, later became well-known as the first woman mayor of Los Altos in the Northern part of the state. As you will note in the story, Jim had several brothers and sisters, as well as four children of his own, scattered from here to Alaska.

On other matters, I will forgive your rather confused address on your last letter, and look forward to discussing matters of state with you and Ken Smith ‘33 #138 when I come south soon for alumni day.

Best regards to Nancy.

Fraternally,

P.S. Incidentally, this was the most beautiful spring in the history of the golden part of California—cumulus clouds and blue skies you wouldn’t believe.

Jack J. Rimel ‘32 #121

[Sent dues.]

I was so surprised and pleased with the March Oak Leaf. I don’t remember my Fraternity number, but I was in Pomona College in the Nu Alpha Phi Fraternity for a 2-year period from 1930 to 1932 and “Zibby” was there at that time.

I am “approaching” 87 and retired several years ago, in part because of failing eyesight, so it was very difficult from me to read the various articles in the March publication. My only contact with the Fraternity has been through Zibby for a number of years. I know he sent me notes when John Alman ‘33 #110 and Agee Shelton ‘32 #103 passed away. I looked through the March edition and there was no indication of anything of a similar nature concerning Zibby, so I assume he is still doing fine and continuing his work in the Fraternity. [Zibby Lives! —Eds.]

Enclosed is a small contribution to the Fraternity Foundation. I am probably way behind on dues, but if so, let me know and I will try to get regular again.

Sincerely,

--Jack

Bill Tweedie ‘38 #175

[Sent dues, back dues, and a scholarship donation.]

I’ll be at the Alumni Weekend but unfortunately other plans made before I learned of the NAP Sunday Reunion buffet prevent my attending this affair.

Enclosed are two checks—one for $25 for past & present dues and one to Pomona College for $100 and designated for the NAP scholarship fund.

[Sent dues and back dues.]

Dear Oak Leaf,

I have no ideas as to dues status, so I arbitrarily enclose $50.00.

Also, just for fun, I enclose a copy of a current effort to enlighten the folks.

Regards,

--Blackie

Starr Wars

Starr’s operation is a game that cries out for appropriate analogies. Here are a few:

It has mushroomed. There is a giant mushroom out west that covers an acre, presumably started long ago from a lowly spore. Compare the old Whitewater’s little unfortunate real estate project with the vast sprawl of the present $40 million dollar Starr project built up from pursuit of it.

Another analogy is the mile long fishing lines, with hundreds of hooks, dragged by sea-going trawlers, hoping to hook any foolish fish.

How can it be fair to threaten criminal action and withhold immunity from witnesses unless they proffer testimony to fit Starr’s version of the truth?

My preferred analogy is a cancerous growth on the body-politic that has metastasized. What surgery can stop it, other than an act of Congress to repeal that license for costly uncontrolled fishing projects?

Dear Mr. President (January 28, 1998),

Your marvelously comprehensive State of the Union Address lacked only one bit: a single unifying concept in answer to the inevitable question; How can he do all that without increasing the deficit? Please put it in your budget message.

The unifying concept is this;

Our budget problem is not sufficiency of dollars but only how we spend them. For example dollars now spent in our 20 low income programs, including Medicaid greatly exceed the dollar magnitude of our poverty gap. ($270 billion vs. $80 billion.) They could eliminate poverty, but obviously don’t do it. You could appoint a high level commission to study and recommend the steps needed to make the means match the mission.

Tim Tavolara ‘94 #1058

Howdy!

Just wanted to say, “Hey,” and do a little catching up. After 3 years of pain, I finally quit my job as a custom shop set-up technician for Gibson guitars. Now I cook gourmet pizza during the week and ranch-style breakfast in a 50 year old cafe on weekends. I got about 30 days of snowboarding in (so far) this season and I’m looking forward to my second season of kayaking. Ran into world traveling Nappie, Doug Bush ‘94 #1062, on Haight Street on New Year’s Eve—Quite a surprise seeing as how I had no idea what hemisphere he was in. I’d love to hear from Taran Reese ‘94 #1063, Craig Schott ‘93 #1051, and Cricket Heinz ‘93 #1052. And to the rest of y’all, stop in if you’re in the neighborhood.

Don’t take any wooden nickles.

Warren Kittell ‘40 #197

[Sent dues, cabin, and a memorial scholarship donation in the name of Jim Shaw ‘40 #218.]

Living at Mount San Antonio Gardens along with Burdette ‘34 #125 and Helen Boileau, Bob ‘38 #169 and Nancy ‘41 #237 Ringle, and a bunch of other Pomona folks—just trying to keep out of trouble.

Charles (Chuck) F. Quibell ‘58 #493

[Sent dues and a scholarship donation in the name of Charles Hicks Quibell ‘27 and Susan Quibell Simmons ‘56.]

Approaching retirement after nearly thirty years of teaching at Sonoma State. Several Pomona grads (including Nappie Colin Hermans ‘58) have contributed mightily toward making it the “Pomona of the Redwood Empire”—and opportunity for a small liberal arts experience within the CSU (affordable public higher education).

As a “transfer student” in fall, 1955 there was no room in the Inn so I was ‘posted’ to Chet & Frieda Jaeger’s lovely home for a semester. Wonderful memories of being taken in as a family member by the then Mayor of Claremont (and chair of the Math Department) seemed somehow to ‘preadapt’ me for Nu Alpha Phi ... Unfortunately son Julian ‘96 did not follow suit—but his heart was/is in the right place. He’s currently a Peace Corps volunteer in Machala, Ecuador.

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Gordon H. Clarke ‘54 #414

[Sent dues.]

Dear Paul,

Enclosed is my check for dues.

The letter from Bruce Prestwich ‘55 #226 in the latest issue of the Oak Leaf brought back my own fond memories of Ken Irvin ‘55 #443, who died in a 1958 skiing accident. I knew Ken from four years at Beverly Hills High School, where we both sang in the glee club and choir, as well as four m ore years of singing at Pomona. As Bruce pointed out, Ken was a fine athlete, in both football and track. In all those years, I never heard anyone say anything bad about Ken, nor was he ever unkind to others. He was a somewhat shy fellow, but always cheerful and genial company. He will not be forgotten by his many friends and fraternity brothers.

Martha Glaman Brown ‘79 #834

[Sent dues and general funds.]

I have been meaning to take the time to respond thoughtfully to Gina Maranto’s ‘77 #807 wonderful history of a few issues back, but I can see that at this rate, I’ll just never write at all. So here is a check for whatever purpose you think best. I have been practicing law at the same firm for fifteen years, and am having a ball being the mom of my hilarious children Lizzie, seven, and Andrew, four.

Thank you for all your dedication. Although I’m sure the lock is long changed, I still have the old Nu Alph frat room key on my chain.

Bob Tscharner ‘32 #108

[Sent general funds.]

Bill Irvine ‘57 #465

[Sent dues and back dues.]

Hi Gang!

Keep up the good work. I hope the enclosed will make up for past delinquencies.

I am still doing astronomy, mostly interstellar chemistry, at the University of Massachusetts. We had a lot of fun looking at the two bright comets last year and the year before. Just took youngest son Jeff, age 13, hiking into Harasupal Canyon on his spring break—what beautiful country!

All the best,

--Bill

Bill Platt ‘38 #168

[Sent dues and back dues.]

Dear Chris and Paul,

Congratulations on the Zib-ute! A splendid testament to a most-loved brother.

I had planned to be with you on May 3 celebrating Zibby and participating in the Class of ‘38 60th reunion. But a health glitch interfered. For whatever annals the Class may collect I sent the enclosed notes via Steve Zetterberg ‘38 #177:

[Hopefully, Bill will understand that due to space restrictions resulting from our tardy production of this massive issue, excerpts will run in our next issue ... hopefully before we find out the true effects of y2k. —Your embarrassed Eds.]

And I enclose some dues.

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Dana Barker Bates

[Sent a cabin fund donation.]

Gentlemen:

I am much obliged to you for including me in the mailing of the Zabriskie edition of your magazine. I am perhaps his oldest “best friend” extant. Our close connection stems from 1922 when we began Scouting and Junior High School in Santa Monica together. (Perhaps Nan provided my address? She is a distant cousinly connection to me.)

I want to help in this memorial effort in a small way. The enclosed check can go toward best use. Maybe Cabin fund? I was there o’night once with Zib, the Sheltons, and others.

Thanks again for including me.

P.S. For two years I was a Tech rival and then I transferred to Stanford, 1930.

--Dana

Lloyd Miller ‘29 #78

[We don’t usually disobey Zibby, but when he suggested we excerpt the following letter, leaving only the parts Lloyd wrote about himself, we just had to rebel! Didn’t figure it would be fair to Lloyd, or the rest of us who feel Zibby can’t be lauded enough...despite his claim that he’s “received more than enough adulation!” —Eds.]

Dear Zib,

Had this letter been mailed yesterday there might have been a chance of its being in your hands during the well-earned celebration of your immense and shall we say, lifetime contributions to our fraternity, Nu Alpha Phi!

I gave serious thought to making the trip to be among those thanking you for what you’ve done for all of us “Nappies” but I’m no longer “up” to efforts of that sort. I still drive my 11-year-old car (it has gone only 62,000 miles) and my driver’s license was renewed for four years from my 90th birthday last July but there’s so much depending on one’s reserves of what’s called “stamina” that determines what we can do.

So enjoy the plaudits from those who assemble on Sunday morning and those of us who will be there “in spirit.” I’d been happy to have contributed a few lines to one of the 44 pages of the “Oak Leaf Zib-ute” that came recently but somehow had not learned it was being planned. As you know, we were on the same football squad—no, we couldn’t have been for you were on the frosh squad during my final season in the fall of ‘28. So you couldn’t have been told by Coach Nixon what he instructed fullback Gerwin Nehr to do when the play #21 was called. If you remember, that was what we depended on when we needed a foot or two on 4th down. On that play, I, as right guard, became the spearhead formed by Verge Russell, the center on my left and Don Meyers, the right tackle. I somehow was expected to take one step forward so Verge and Don could lock their near shoulders on my rump and drive me forward as a wedge to open space in the opening line. The fullback’s instructions, given my presence, were “If Miller falls down, go right up his back.” The play was used whenever needed and I don’t recall ever leaving a game with cleatmarks on my back.

Now my nose was another matter. I rarely got through the first quarter with the skin intact on the bridge of my nose. In fact, Beefy Heath once remarked that “Miller really isn’t at his best ‘til he’s had the skin knocked off his nose.”

But back to you—and the foregoing was in fact to say that you and I didn’t get acquainted in school but did so during the two weeks we spent together on the trip up the Danube River some 10-12 years ago. It was from this recent issue of the Oak Leaf that I learned of your respectable ability to quote and write poetry! That side of you wasn’t expressed during our chats during the Camperoo on the Danube that we shared with our respective wives, Nancy and Betty. At the moment, the only other Nappie couple whose name comes to mind is Bob ‘23 #3 and Fanny Dozier.

I must sign off and head for the nearest Post Office. But not without one more heartfelt expression of thanks for all you’ve done for NAP.

Fraternally,

--Lloyd

Dick Strong ‘54 #413

[Sent dues and a scholarship donation in the name of Norm Poe ‘54 #407.]

Great work on the Oak Leaf. I really enjoy reading it here in Oregon.

--Dick

John Domreis ‘92 #1056

[Sent dues and a cabin fund donation.]

Hello from maggot #1056. Thought I would send in some dues toward the Wash or the cabin. Taking a cue from Matt Garfein ‘93 #1042 of SF fame, it will be around a keg of beer in denomination.

I’m currently finishing my internship in surgery at OHSU. Still planning on being an academic trauma surgeon. Seen those kids after they drove off into the canyon with Paul Mathus ‘93 #1043, Barney Grubbs ‘93 #1061, and Taran Reese ‘94 #1063 on the way up to an initiation may have been inspirational after all.

After spending the last four years in New York the last two on the Upper East Side, Oregon is a little slower but quite enjoyable. If you’re in the area call and ask for me.

--John

Ken Smith ‘33 #138

Dear Paul,

Last week Don Smith ‘53 #384 called me from Twain Harte to say he had talked with Charles Carpenter ‘54, Chet Jaeger ‘47 #296, and Roger Wheeler ‘50 #321 to take over Zib’s job. Charles and Chet live in Claremont and we were hoping they would get involved. Zib would continue to work with them and he is enthused.

There are a lot of good members in the ‘50s and ‘60s—they are the ones to carry on the spirit of NAP. I think they can generate some enthusiasm which will help you with letters for the Oak Leaf.

Zib and others I have talked with were very pleased with the Oak Leaf on Zib. Tell Chris, too. The Oak Leaf has been the real factor in keeping the fraternity spirit alive for more than sixty years.

I hope you are planning to join us Saturday morning on the Quad.

I think we will have some real help for Zib—He and I have been discussing this for more than a year and he is enthused.

We sure need you and Chris to do the good job with the Oak Leaf.

Looking forward to seeing you Alumni Day.

Fraternally,

--Ken

Dr. Edward Dew III ‘57 #456

[Sent dues and a cabin donation.]

Reading with such delight about “Zib,” I feel my (‘31) father’s spirit breathing down my neck. Isn’t it at least time that one of us paid our dues and cabin fund? Well, he’s not here to salute a ‘32 brother. I’ve been going through old photos and files and see Dad acting in plays and throwing the hammer. As a fellow Nappie, he must have seen a lot of Zibby.

As for myself, with retirement still a piece down the road. I’m still looking forward to leaves in Chile and Indonesia. At Fairfield University, I’ve been joined by a Pomona Grad, Johanna Sawey and one from Scripps, Kathy Schwab. There are a half-dozen other Californians who have come in the last few years—is this an evacuation?

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Steve Zetterberg ‘38 #177

[Sent dues.]

Note, Editor,

Blackie Smith, maggot #47, now living in Wilmington, NC, just turned 94 and is still going strong.

[...and harrassing the Independent Counsel, too. See Blackie’s recent letter. —Eds.]

--Steve

Chris Frost ‘83 #888

Maggot number 888 reports from Jakarta!

My wife Erin and I moved to Jakarta last December [December, 1997. —Eds.] to keep life an adventure and to shorten her commute. Her position with The Asia Foundation and daily life provide interesting insights into, what one cannot help but call a “dynamic situation”.

I’ve been interviewing freedom fighters from the immediate post WWII period when the Indonesians rushed ahead to form a country before the Dutch came back. Last night, for example, I got a first hand account of smuggling a weapons smuggler into Republican territory by essentially appointing him as a guide to a Dutch negotiations delegations. Pretty good stuff.

My business in California continues, albeit at a lower level, consulting on communications needs (surveys and focus groups) and outreach (newsletters, brochures, web sites, billboards, PR). Most of our clients remain public agencies. All this would be unthinkable without the internet of course. The meaning of ex-pat living has undergone a total transformation with email and such, as I am now in better touch with more people than ever before.

If there are friends out there who wonder how true this is, drop me a line at cfrost@montaguecom.com.

For those interested in a modest web-based series of letters hinting at the order and chaos in these parts, feel free to take a peek at:

http://www.montaguecom.com/Go-Jalan.htm

--Chris Frost

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Shelton Beatty ‘67 #360

Caroline Beatty ‘41 #398

[Sent scholarship donations in the name of Zibby Zabriskie ‘32 #109. We are deeply indebted to Caroline Beatty for her kind assistance in helping to septuple the Nu Alpha Phi Archive's collection of vintage Metates this past July. Look for a list of missing editions at some point in the future. Your help completing the collection will be appreciated. —Eds]

Shelton and I think it’s a wonderful picture of Zibby and the tributes from members are much deserved. We add our thanks for what you have done for the fraternity and the college.

Zibby graduated from Pomona one year before I [Caroline] graduated from Carleton—in the depths of the Depression.

We hope to see you at the reunion.

--Shelton and Carolyn

John E. Mills ‘53 #379

[Sent dues and back dues.]

A bit embarrassed when I noted that I forgot to pay ‘97 dues—enclosed is a check for ‘97 and ‘98. Well deserved tribute to Zib—Editors doing outstanding job (as usual).

--John

Frank Wheat ‘42 #234

[Sent dues and cabin donation.]

Incomparable Oak Leaf! Congratulations.

I guess nobody knows the secret of what the dues are, so here’s a guess—excess to cabin fund.

--Frank

Clarence “China” Lee ‘57 #467

[You should know that Clarence was selected some years ago by the USPS to design a series of Lunar (Chinese) New Year’s stamps. The newest is the Tiger. We’ve collected a few Clarence links to the USPS. —Eds.]

Dear Nappie Brothers:

It was just one glorious year ... 1954 ... that I spent with the fraternity.

Yet my fondest remembrances of Pomona was that year and the great fun we all had.

Aloha,

--Clarence

Lara Wilcox ‘91 #1010

[Sent dues and back dues.]

Jim Clark ‘40 #203

[Sent dues and cabin donation.]

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Raymond Neutra ‘61 #547

I have some great memories this year from Taiwan, Japan, Rome and northern Baja California. I had been invited to Taiwan meeting of the International Society of Environmental Epidemiology to run a session on Asian perspectives on the ethics of environmental research and this gave me the opportunity to satisfy a lifetime wish to visit Japan with Penny. A WHO seminar on cancer clusters got me to Rome for the first time in early fall and a few days to visit my epidemiologist counterpart in Mexicali gave us a memorable introduction to the rocky landscape and the warmth of extended Mexican families. Here are a few mental snapshots:

Japan:

In the hot summer night, Kenji Igarashi ‘61 and I watch the passing of chanting and bobbing crowds of men or women as they pass supporting on their shoulders lacquered and gilded shrines. On the shouldered lacquered poles little barefoot boys balance. Beyond them, on the beach burns a bonfire of 100,000 chopsticks, accumulated the year long for this chopstick festival.

In Kaju-ji Temple (AD 700) to the east of Kyoto elephant ear Lilly pads sway on slender stalks above the surface of a pond, the floppy leaves flatten and fold so that the evening sun shines through them brilliant yellow green while the cicadas zing in the woods. A white crane high in a dark pine looks down for frogs.

Afterwards our guiding friend tells us over coffee, scones and strawberry jam that his two story high- school stood between him, his gymnastics and the fireball of the Hiroshima bomb a few kilometers away. The next day we saw in the Peace Museum the donated belt buckle with the family crest, all that remained of his father, a kilometer from ground zero.

Rome:

After flying all night into Paris and then on to Rome, the sun is setting as I arrive at the hotel on the Aventine Hill. Pines with long trunks and spanning limbs tower over the ocher and rose colored villas. Dutifully peering through the key hole of the big iron door which protects the estate of the Knight Templars I see a parade of green black Italian cedars marching down to the horizon line on either side of a dusky walk, perfectly framing the tiny distant dome of St. Peters, blood red at sun down.

I discover to my delight the curvilinear perfection of Borromini, smooth and white at St. Ivo alla Sapienza and rough brick textured at San Andrea delle Fratte. All intimate details perfectly resolved. To my surprise I find myself outraged by the bullying gigantism of St. Peters. THIS was the response of the Catholic hierarchy to the spiritual challenge of Martin Luther and William Penn?!

Balmy October weather in Rome changed to thunder lightening and rain in front of the Pantheon on my last night there. Like magic, oriental men appear selling little umbrellas. Lighting flashes blaze briefly on facades in narrow streets. I pause in the doorway of a closed shop protected from the downpour and wait in vain for the many lightning bolts to connect with the iron horseman atop the Garibaldi monument in the sky above me. Then picking my way through puddles, the rain spent, I climb to my hotel.

Mexicali:

Giants had a rock fight here, our rented car hairpins endlessly down among the mountain of pink boulders to the desert below. That night, we go to our epidemiologist host’s parents house for his mother’s 80th birthday. The eleven siblings, some driving south from California and the 40 grandchildren join the potluck. The children, like schools of fish, sweep back and forth happily among the adults. This campesino family has done well along the border without losing its Mexican identify.

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Sydney Drell Reiner ‘79 #857

[Sent dues and back dues.]

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Steven D. Smith ‘76 #778

[Sent dues and general fund donations along with a very generous scholarship donation.]

Walt Dougher ‘57 #458

[Sent dues and a scholarship donation in the name of the Class of ‘57.]

I retired from Southern California Edison after 38 years in 1997. After a short stint as Interim Executive Director of the Manhattan Beach Chamber of Commerce, I have finally settled into retirement. Responsibilities as a planning commissioner in Manhattan Beach. and a Beach Commissioner for L.A. County keep me busy.

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Carl H. Wittenberg ‘56 #368

[Sent dues and back dues.]

I am semi-retired now, still doing some accounting work for a non-profit trade association. Since my wife of 21 years passed away two years ago, life has been pretty quiet. However, there are still the grandchildren to keep me young. Counting both of ours there are eleven now with another one due in July. I would welcome a call from any Nappies in the area. [Bellevue, WA. —Eds.]

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Chuck “Point Man” Carpenter ‘54 #`389

[Sent dues and back dues.]

Carl Arnold ‘38 #161

[Sent dues.]

Spike Hunter ‘32 #101

[Sent dues and back dues.]

Hi.

All’s well here. No real news except that my driving has been restricted to the local area which means Claremont is out of the question.

Fraternally, Spike

Tom Phalen ‘77 #769

In any case, I live and work in Phoenix, AZ., toiling, as I like to say, in the fields of the Sixth Amendment. I represent a handful of notorious fellows, who find themselves in the latter stages of their appeals processes on death row. How’s that for a cheery way to earn a buck? No, seriously folks ...

I spend as much time as I can travelling about in my VW bus, taking to the Northwest (Eugene, OR. & environs) whenever possible. I’ve been writing poetry, reading, playing with the new hound (7 mo. old Border Collie named Beckett after the Irish absurdist, Sam, and who, like his namesake, is a quirky hard to fathom GENIUS), gardening and trying not to be an asshole, if I can help it.

I thank Gina [Maranto]for plugging me in to the nappie network. I’ll try to remember to send some dough for the cause.

Peace and Posters!

Tom Phalen

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Edwin B. Crittenden ‘38 #164

[Sent dues and a scholarship donation in the name of Albert B. “Abe” Crittenden.]

Sorry I didn’t make more contact during Alumni Weekend. That was me in back with Steve Zetterberg ‘38 #177 for ten minutes of the Sunday breakfast. Went up to plantation after for Thursday dedication of a great redwood root seating sculpture honoring Abe and Eva and their son, Tony. There was a nice gathering of some of their many friends.

John Crowley ‘68 #655

[Sent dues, back dues, a cabin donation, and a scholarship donation in the name of Bob Rowan ‘68 #650.]

Editors,

Enclosed is to go toward down payment of back dues for Oak Leaf. I’ve been a voyeur for too long; toward the cabin fund; toward the scholarship fund in the name of Bob Rowan ‘68 #650.

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Philip V. Swan ‘51 #342

[Sent dues and back dues.]

Great article about Zib. I sent it to the Wayne’s in Carmel. Hope the enclosed brings me up to date. --Philip

Tom Harvey ‘90 #989

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Robert Tilden ‘45 #287

[Sent dues, back dues, and a generous scholarship donation.]

Mattie Perez ‘98 #1145

[While this thank you refers to the 1997 Scholarship, Mattie actually wrote this note in good time. Your editors, however, took their sweet time with this issue. —Eds]

I just wanted to drop a line and say thanks for the NAP scholarship last year. I and my family sincerely thank you all.

fraternally,

mattie

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Rick McDonald ‘88 #956

On the move...

Michelle and I just moved to Houston at the end of 1997. Michelle has a post doctorate position at Rice University, and I am still trying to figure out exactly what to do. Right now, I am teaching a couple of Community College courses and maybe doing a little database work for an ISP. I have been finishing work that I had in L.A. up until a week ago.

I went back to L.A. a week ago to do some work for KCET, but now that is done. I let a friend take over the account, and am now I am considering what I want to do next.

I will send a longer update later.

-Rick

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Jim Mitchell ‘80 #850

Macallan James Mitchell	Which picture is cuter?

Hello-

Michelle and I just received our first grade A government approved tax deduction on April 11, 1998 and wanted to let the Oak Leaf staff hear all about it, especially since we have had to put up with all those photos of Chris with Whitman. His name is Macallan James Mitchell, weighed in at 7 Lbs-5 Ozs. and loves to stay up and boogie with mom until the sun comes up (I think he’s practicing for life at college). The photos sent with this are from when he was watching the Lakers do unto the Blazers last weekend. We will bring him to Alumni weekend and of course the Nappie Doings. Any idea yet of who all is coming from the 75-85 class years? By the way does anyone remember what my maggot number is? 874? Help me out here guys! [#850, Jim. —Eds.] All I can remember is being in the vicinity of Mollie Busterud ‘81 #846, John Sawyer ‘82 #876 and Eric Myers ‘80 #875. Give me a shout.

Best to all-

Jim Mitchell

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