Page 31 - Alumni Horae: Vol. 93, No. 4 Summer 2013

Mr. Chase smile! God bless you, Linda!
Rob Rout faced a series of challenges
with a new life plan to travel and embrace
charitable service through Kiva.org micro-
finance. Michael Haney let go of directing
for more lucrative support for his kids
in a self-taught practice as a private inves-
tigator. Jon Sweet saw his small high-
service bank swallowed up by a major.
Liz Cave shared plans to teach commu-
nity garden skills to at-risk youth in
North Carolina.
Ousted early by SPS security, we strolled
into the dark, enveloped in a chorus of
tree frogs booming the wetlands – more
homing beacons for love and new life.
Perfectly legal and still chased around by
security, a number of us lit up the Barley
House until 1:30 a.m., with talk of Colorado
for a class ski trip. Stay tuned.
Great plans birthed in idyllic places.
The next morning, waiting for our hike,
this scribe planned a prank with Tom Luz
to outfit his dog with a GoPro action-cam
to record his dog-phobic, prying neighbor
running afraid, his due penance. Then
Nora led us into the shade by the Lower
School Pond. To one side, mosaics of lily
pads, and to the other, a young snake lac-
ing an upper branch of a beaver lodge. In
the distance glared a raft of yellow irises.
Who knew? Will Doolittle and Cyn Cox
are first cousins. Tim Steinert came all
the way from Hong Kong for this reunion.
Judd Nelson has taken up writing, and his
Breakfast Club sinister look lives on in a
black blazer he calls his “purse.” Lisa
Hughes, also in black, was eye-catching
in a fitted shift appropriate for the pub-
lisher of The New Yorker .
Tradition flourished at the Boat Races
in a sea of sundresses with keyhole backs
and lace waistlines. The intense heat was
cooled by a swim in water the color of tea.
Earle Simpson gave a reception at his
impressive dental clinic. Supported by our
form, it is our face of kindness to Concord,
and it hums on Earle’s huge heart. Also
offered by heart – Curtis Starr’s inspired
T-shirt with all our faces.
Lit by late light flashing up from the
pond, our Boathouse dinner was soaked
in remembrance: Judd illuminated Beth
Alexander in her passing as a kind person
who made her private decisions. Sandy
Kaynor ’77, still on intensive support
after a brutal shooting – his name drew
us to silent compassion.
And in came the booming velvet voice
of KT (Thayer) McCammond to soothe.
With her asymmetrical coif and mini dress,
her style seemed to flip the prettiest of
birds to our mourning, especially hers,
for this day would have been her 16th
wedding anniversary had her husband
survived his recent test by cancer. With
Paul Eddy and his band, KT rocked
Fleetwood, Raitt, Clapton, and Winwood.
Thor Thors spun out rich tones on his
harmonica, lifting KT even higher to
where it seemed that we, with KT in the
lead, could recharge the sun. Down by
the pond, the tree frogs must have sung
all the louder for it.
Boathouse Rock with Thor Thors (l.), KT Thayer
McCammond (c.) and Paul Eddy (r.)
SANDY BUTTERFIELD
PETER FINGER
PETER FINGER
PETER FINGER
SANDY BUTTERFIELD
The Form of 1978 crew
In the penalty box (again)
Coxswain Ted Erhard goes into Turkey Pond
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