I’ve often written about the great character shown by our classmates. Many have given much of their time and money supporting worthy causes – teaching, providing scholarships to needy students, or dedicating their lives to serving others. There was an interesting article in the last Alumni Journal about the medical missions Carroll takes every year to Honduras, one of the poorest countries in the Western Hemisphere. Two of our classmates, Drs. Marty Schreiber and A.J. Cianflocco, true men for others, took part. The 10-day trip delivers health care to people who walk more than 100 miles to see the only doctors they’ll see all year. Marty and A.J. bring any medicine they can rustle up, but they say some of the biggest difficulties are limiting the amount of medication given based on the large masses of people who show and having to end the day when there are still people to see. “In your estimation, materially, they have nothing; but you’re so humbled because they’re rich in their faith and so cheerful,” says Marty’s wife, Margaret ’84, who has accompanied the group. We may not be able to join the doctors, but think about supporting them. Send a check – 10 days in Honduras working for others. How do you spend your vacations?
In the last column, I wrote about Ed Egnatios and Mark Kelly and wondered about all the guys on the first floor A few classmates and Bishop John Carroll attended a baseball game. Those in the photo are purposefully not mentioned so the picture can be used as a warm-up for reunion when classmates try to remember each other’s names after 45 years. at my off-campus house on East Overlook. I hadn’t seen any of them in the 40-plus years since we left Carroll. So, out of the blue, I receive a note from Steve Pfander – an absolutely first-class guy and helluva dancer – who’s another classmate lost at sea. If you haven’t been to a reunion or talked to a good friend from college in more than 40 years, read on. A friend decided to reconnect with old college friends over dinner. He wrote that they quickly slipped into the comfortable ease of enjoying their time together. It seemed the intervening decades hadn’t interrupted a thing. They joked and laughed with the same easy gusto as years ago. “Why hadn’t I done this sooner, especially because I thought about these friends often,” he says. “Was I afraid to discover we’d traveled different paths or the bonds that drew us together when we were young would no longer hold? Finding out was the risk I had to take, and it turned out to be an exhilarating experience.” Many say the same after our reunions. I haven’t missed any, so I love it when a Don Fisher or Pete Storey make it back for the first time and say to me, “I should’ve done this a long time ago.” The next reunion is three years away. Commit to come now; but in the meantime, pick up the phone, and call an old pal. I guarantee you that after 30 minutes you’ll be thinking nothing has changed since you talked to him last; however, you’ll feel pretty darn good about making the call.
John M. Marcus
Ed Egnatios and Mark Kelly are two classmates who’ve been lost at sea for more than 40 years. But I found them. Ed was one of our most active leaders and, in my mind, one of the most character-driven people of our class. Long curly hair and lots of passion. Ed, who’s back home in Detroit, and joined the W.K. Kellogg Foundation as a program officer. After Carroll, Eddie got his master’s degree in community practice from the University of Michigan. He has taught graduate courses as an adjunct faculty member at Wayne State University School of Social Work and University of Michigan School of Social Work.
Another long curly haired alum, Mark was one of my housemates on East Overlook, along with Mike Van Vooren, Jerry Walsh, and the Bobby Ds: Driscoll, Duffy, and Doyle. The last two also are on the lost-at-sea list. Mark, who was a star rugger at Carroll, is the vice president of student affairs at Columbia College in Chicago. He’s helping establish Columbia as one of the finest creative arts schools in the country.
I received a note from Dave Robinson ’74, alerting me he, Gerry Grim ’69, and the board of directors of the IXY Scholarship Fund have kicked off a campaign to reconnect as many of the IChis as possible (23 in our class). Robby and his wife, Molly (Gibbons) ’75, are in Detroit and have three grandkids. Robby connected with Billy Cunningham ’71 on LinkedIn. Bill is a hospice registered nurse in Adrian, Mich., earning his nursing degree 26 years after a career as a private investigator. Robby also met with Jim Brennan ’74, who’s working as a magistrate for Oakland County, Mich. Robby attended the funeral of Fr. Simon and saw Alex MacKenzie ’67 (the JCU admissions counselor responsible for the original class of Carroll coeds – and for all those marriages), John Kennedy ’69, Donna (Bowen) Brown, and Ron Deneweth ’74.
Connie and Bob Quart live in Columbus, Ohio, and have four grandkids.
Mark Pacelli is moving to Longboat Key, Fla., and ran into Jeff Rogo, the first manager of WUJC radio, at a Tampa alum meeting. He said he left Illinois because all the ex-governors are making license plates. Mark heard a rumor Don Farrell is retiring. True or gossip?
A.J. Cianflocco is still the team doctor for the successful Carroll football team. Jim Myers’ nephew, Mark, is the Streaks’ quarterback.
Sir Francis Palamara was named managing partner at Park Lane Capital Partners in London.
Finally, some sad news. Ralph Meacham reported that Nick Alexander passed away in Akron, Ohio, after a fight with cancer. Ralph remembers Nick as always ready with a big smile and wrote: “He loved his family. I especially remember him telling me about these huge Italian feasts his mother would cook at Christmas. How did he stay so thin?” Craig Roach, Nick’s old roommate, remembered Nick as a terrific guy. Jack Bertges wrote: “News like this makes me appreciate our reunions, and the chance to reconnect.” Our prayers are with Nick and his family. Take care.
John M. Marcus
Think back to freshman year. Remember orientation and those duffers; our surrogate parents in the cafeteria, Shirley (Mom) and Otis (Dad?); steak nights on Saturdays; Marty and Mike’s “printing business;” Russert as Dr. Ripple at Stunt Night; the midnight homecoming rally through University Heights one night, and The Association performing in concert the next; the Blue Streak (Lounge) and Pickles (Place) and, of course, Geraci’s; and the 10:57 p.m. dash down Washington Blvd. to make 11 p.m. curfew. That last one made me think about Fr. Simon. Sad news from Michigan – our former Pacelli Hall prefect passed away this summer. I sent a note and received remembrances. Sir Francis Palamara recalls his first week in Pacelli and said, “Fr. Si called me Black Frank (how did he know?). Sure enough, he sees me at our 20th reunion and says, “Hey, Black Frank …” It was a term of endearment for me. Mark Pacelli writes, “Fr. Simon and Marty Lindstrom are up in St. Peter’s Pub, and Marty is still trying to tell the good Father “he had nothing to do with it.” Fr. Simon was a good and patient man who, Bobby Longo remembers “walked the walk.” Jack Bertges has nothing but fond memories of Fr. Simon during a “great period of time in my life … Thanks, Father, for guiding me through my knucklehead days.” May he rest in peace.
News from academia: Bob Patterson received the high honor of professor emeritus for his 40 years of service to students at Cuyahoga (Ohio) Community College.
Meanwhile, Dr. Paul McGurr was named president of Bristol University, a for-profit business school in Anaheim, Calif. (Now Paul, wouldn’t it be unusual to have a NOT-for-profit business school? I’m just asking).
Tim Russert may have had his son, Luke, baptized by Pope John Paul II, but Marty Schreiber received the Wisdom and Compassion award from the pope – not Francis, but Pope Tawadros II of the Coptic Orthodox faith. I can’t think of a more worthy individual to receive such honor. As Bobby Longo reminded me, Marty and A.J. Cianflocco take Carroll students abroad on missions of mercy each year (sort of like Doctors Without Borders) and provide medical triage services to the needy. Longo, by the way, is CEO of a company that recently merged with a highly regarded Catholic consultancy. The founder (Pat O’Meara) celebrated the pope’s birthday with him at his apartment and had birthday cake. Longo writes, “I mean, who eats birthday cake with the pope!” Well Bob, we have the answer to that. Marty Schreiber!
That’s my 450. Take care, and please write. No need to send money, just write.
John M. Marcus
Happy summer, classmates. This is the first online only column, something the University will be doing every summer going forward to reduce the high cost of the printed editions of John Carroll magazine. The good thing is the turnaround will be faster. So if I say, “Happy summer,” it really is summer and not snowing outside. Technology is getting ahead of me.
Anyway, Russert might have had his son, Luke, baptized by the pope (John Paul II), but our own Marty Schreiber received the Wisdom and Compassion award from the pope – not Francis, but Pope Tawadros II of the Coptic Orthodox faith. Marty’s is the first annual award for individuals who have shown wisdom and compassion in their work. I can’t think of a more worthy individual to receive it. As Bobby Longo reminded me, Marty and A.J. Cianflocco do missions of mercy each year (sort of like doctors without borders). They take a group of JCU kids with them and provide medical triage services to the needy. This year they worked in Honduras. Speaking of Longo, he thanked me for not including him with Gregg Gianpetro, Ron Smith, and Doug Webber in the who’s taller section of the last column. Even though it has been a year, he raved again about the last reunion. He wrote: “… it keeps our memories alive and well. It was worth the trip to reconnect with Smitty, Web, and Ray-Boy Connaughton (and Arlie & Mags too!) and all the others.” Bob floats between Ohio and California. His family is all on the West Coast. Bobby’s youngest son is in San Francisco and graduated from the Jesuit U (University of San Francisco), and his older son lives in Santa Barbara after having attended U.C. Santa Barbara. Bob is CEO of a company headquartered in Cleveland after merging in March with a highly regarded Catholic consultancy. He writes: “The principals were mostly from “Big Boy Consulting Firms” like Bear Stearns, Booz-Allen, Raymond James, William Blair … and all the principals have held significant positions helping the church. The president of my company was their lead diplomat to the UN for about 15 years. He’s a knight of everything including the Holy Sepulcher (only selected by the Pope). The founder (Pat O’Meara) celebrated the pope’s birthday with him at his apartment and had birthday cake. I mean, who eats birthday cake with the pope!” Well Bob, we have the answer to that. Marty Schreiber! I asked Bob for help rounding up Clevelanders to send us news from the North Coast. He suggested Marie (D’Amico) Caratozzolo, Nikki Bondi, and Joan (Balzarini) Crockett. I thought of guys such as Jim McHale and the other DAT guys. Send us news, eh?
Back to Longo. He makes it home to the ’Burgh on occasion and has run into alums, including my favorite, Ty Freyvogel ’70. Bobby wrote that Colleen and Dave O’Brien had a “cookout” with Pittsburgh Bishop (Zubik) this summer. (Column intermission: Marty Schreiber and the pope, Longo and his business partner with another pope, Davey and a bishop? These are the same guys who used to cruise the Blue Streak Lounge, Pickle’s Place, the Crossroads Tavern, Spotty’s Grill, and Nighttown?) Anyway Davey invited Longo to Pittsburgh to stay at their home. As he tells it, “Colleen works with Kathy Donahue Freyvogel (Ty’s spouse). Kathy is the president of Oakland Catholic, a girls’ school (literally across the street from Central Catholic, my alma mater, as well as for Narducci, OB, Hoddy Hanna ’69, Doc Lloyd ’69, and many other JCU alums). Ty and Kathy and I sat together and had a great time. (Their son-in-law, Jared, introduced me to the company I merged with. He’s a partner with friends who helped me construct a fundraising effort.) I just had a fun lunch with Wacky Mackey ’71. He’s setting up a meeting for me with Jim Mason ’60 (old IChi and Eaton exec) to help me set up a meeting with the Bishop of Cleveland.” (Of course. We had to bring another bishop in here, didn’t we?) Anyway, thanks for the note Bob.
For all you old IChis, Gerry Grim ’69 writes that the brotherhood is running a successful IXY legacy scholarship for relatives of IChi alums, meaning daughters, sons, nieces, nephews, and grandkids. The idea is to continue the Carroll tradition. If interested, contact Gerry through the alumni office.
Finally, I heard from old pal Neil Conway. He sends a shout out to Joe Pearl for making really great jerseys for Neil’s sons Liam and Declan’s “Kick for Cancer” kickball tournament at Lake Catholic High School. Liam and Declan are in 11th grade, play ice hockey, and are in the school choir. (And who ever said hockey players aren’t quite choir boys?) Neil’s son Bubby (Neil), a professional hockey goalie, was traded to the Quad City Mallards of the Central Hockey League. Neil’s daughter Seanna, another hockey goalie, just returned from Istanbul where she played in the qualifier for the International Ice Hockey Federation. In her spare time off the ice, Seanna is getting a Master of Laws at Brooklyn Law School.
That’s it for this time. Please write. No need to send money. Just write. Take care.
John M. Marcus
This column is about football captains, the Conway clans, and a funny story from Sir Frances Palamara. Frankie is worried his friends are getting old. Recently, he dined with a neighbor at Overstrand Mansions. The wife went into the kitchen to oversee the help. Frankie’s friend leaned over and said, “We went to a wonderful restaurant last night – great food, wonderful ambience, and reasonable prices.” “What’s the name?” Frank asked. His friend seemed confused, paused, then asked Frank, “What do you call that red flower with the prickly stem?” “A rose?” Frank answered. “That’s it.” The friend turned and called into the kitchen, “Hey Rose, what’s the name of that restaurant we ate at last night?” Nobody said turning 60 would be easy.
Football captain No. 1, Mike Mulkeen, wrote from Chicago and reported he’s a grandfather. Dillon was born to his son, Conor, last February, and Mattea was born to his son, Sean, last July.
Football captain No. 2, Rich Cisek, also wrote from Chicago. Rich’s wife, Sue, picked up Spanish while Rich and the family lived in Guadalajara. So she returned to school and earned her master’s in bi-lingual counseling. Their daughter, Julianne, graduated from Purdue and is working in that big Sears building. The promotions keep coming. Meanwhile, their son, Alex, took the long, long, long road through college, but now works for CDW.
Football captain No. 3, Don Brown ’70, handed off his note to wife Donna (Bowen) Brown. Donna writes that their daughter, Megan, and husband, Dan ’92, and three boys live in Monroe, N.Y., while the daughter, Maura, and her husband, Tim, reside in Chicago with their 3-year- old son. Baby No. 2 is coming soon. Donna teaches seventh grade in Chicago, and Don does legal work. They visited Mike ’71 and Nancy (Mrowczynski) ’73 Faems in Jackson Hole, Wyo.
The Conways: Judge Anne Conway continues to amaze me. Way back, I recommended the book “Younger Next Year” about keeping in shape. Well, Anne lives it. She writes, “My daughter Carolyn (a pediatric pulmonologist in Houston) and I are in Argentina on a bike trip through the Andes.” This is the same lady who climbed Kilimanjaro a couple years back. I’m impressed.
The other Conway, Neil, writes to tell me his son, Neil, is a professional hockey goalie for the Quad City Mallards. His daughter, Seanna, also a hockey goalie, was MVP in the Women’s World Hockey Championship. And I thought the old man took a lot of shots! Neil also reconnected with Cornell Law School grad Calvin Saunders, who, as it turns out, is partners with Neil’s law school buddy in a firm in Brooklyn, N.Y.
Finally, I received word from Paul McGurr, who’s living in Jönköping, Sweden where he’s associate dean of education for Jönköping International Business School.
That’s it for now. I hope you have a great summer.
John M. Marcus
Reunion 2012, Part II. For those of you who missed it, and for those of you who were there (but like me, suffer from early onset of Anheusers), more notes from our classmates … From Frank Gerbig: “I would wager most of us, in fall of ’68, would never have expected so many friendships from such a cast of characters. Everyone looked “mahvelous,” even Gianpetro in his mustard colored shirt. (Note 1: It wasn’t mustard colored. It was mustard – from the hot dog-eating contest). I spent a lot of time talking to more than 100 attendees and enjoyed the many stories – some true, some fabricated. But I have a question: Who’s taller? Peeps? Mouse? Maggio?”
Pat Hogan: “How many colleges can claim this kind of bond? It felt as if we spoke to each other every day. Is it just me, or does it seem Peeps remembers things in a whole different way than most?” (Note 2: I asked Peeps about Hogan’s charge, and he said, “When I’m in the process of collecting my thoughts and you have the limited brain power I possess, it takes a few scotches.”) (Note 3: What’s with all the shots at Peeps?)
Don Farrell: “Patty and I had a terrific couple days at JCU. Our class was so special. Save the world … do the right thing … profit isn’t a dirty word … God, family, and JCU. Throughout the years, I wish we could’ve spent more time and energy networking to help each other with contacts, leads, ideas, etc., because Boston College tuition is a killer!”
Jim Hughes: “I missed every past reunion, so I had to party hard to catch up with everyone. I made up a lot of ground and possibly overshot my goal (and/or was a bit overserved). It was especially great to see Mark Pacelli, Ralph Meacham, Frank Maggio, and my best friend Pete Storey.”
Pete Storey: “This was only my second reunion at JCU aside from the Tim Russert Memorial three years ago. Saturday night made us all remember those first days on campus in the fall of 1968 and how the friendships developed throughout the years. I guess some things will never change.”
Speaking of Pacelli, he wrote: “There has been some chatter about starting a golf outing for the T.J. Russert scholarship.” Ball is in all your courts. Send me ideas about how we can make this happen. Florida in mid-winter? I like it.
Finally, one sad note. We lost Vic Sossi, who was an active member of the class, a leader of DAT, a big intramural sports presence, and member of our class board. We send condolences to Vic’s family, especially his brother Frank ’74.
John M. Marcus
“It might have been one of the best reunions” – I heard that from many of our classmates – but I also heard how much everyone missed those who weren’t present. There was a gathering at Nighttown on Thursday night; golf at Acacia Country Club, Maggio’s lunch in Little Italy, and Bergy’s dinner at Moxie’s on Friday; and a tour of the West Side Market on Saturday. During the class dinner, Gregg Gianpetro performed one of his hilarious stand-up routines, and Don and Patty (Simoson) Farrell told a two-part story about who wears the pants in the family. There were tons of laughs and many memories. But let me have the players tell you what stood out. Gregg Gianpetro: “What a great time visiting and sharing the journeys we’re all on. These paths of life are most interesting, and isn’t it absolutely fascinating how little has changed? Like a well-scripted Seinfeld episode, the characters in this comedy are brilliant: Maggio, Mulkeen, Zinger, Smith, Cianflocco, Bergerson, Hudec, Gerbig, Magnotto, Quilty, Roach et. al. What a group. Doctors, lawyers, teachers, and plain common folk come for personal reasons – each making their unique contribution. This group is a good time. They make me laugh. Like Pacino said, ‘They keep pulling me back.’ Being on campus takes me back to a wonderful time in my life. Bravo to the Don and Patty Farrell show. It couldn’t have been better. I wish Lindstrom and Russert had been there.”
John Hudec: “What stood out was Friday morning before golf. Most of us hadn’t seen each other for years, so, as we all arrived, we got reacquainted in the parking lot. But as we moved to the golf course, I was reminded of the quote from the book the ‘A Separate Peace’: ‘The more things change, the more they remain the same.’ In other words, time might have weathered us; but as we sat around and the stories were told, nothing seemed different. The laughter was there, the friendships renewed, and for a weekend, we were all kids again.”
Jeff Rogo: “I enjoyed walking past Bernet and through the AD Building with my senior-year roommate, George Beckmann, on our way to the president’s reception. The new Dolan Science Center really changes the look of the campus.”
Mark Pacelli: “Fellow Blue Streaks, I didn’t realize it takes an entire week to restore brain cells. Last weekend’s reunion was definitely a sensory overload. What a blast! As others have said, ‘It was so great to see everyone.’ Terrific memories were rehashed and embellished, and new ones were established, such as Greg Gianpetro being the warm-up act for the Don and Patty Farrell comedy show. And Bergy, too! There were times I remembered – things I haven’t thought of in 40 years. We’re lucky. We need to make more excuses to get together. Every five years seems too long. There’s been chatter about starting a golf outing for the TJ Russert scholarship; but we need ideas about get-togethers, especially after it seems that everyone had such a good time at reunion. We’re a unique class, and we should keep it that way. So, like my medieval philosophy class, I’m out of here. Ciao, and thanks for being who you are and picking me up along the way.”
Two reunion first-timers were Jimmy Hughes and football great Mickey Kane. Great to see them both.
There were many more stories, but there’s not enough room in this column to recount them. Try to make it to the next one. Nonreunion news will appear in the next column. Take care.
John M. Marcus
Opening day in Boston. So where’s Quilty? Fenway, of course. And with him – not Peggy, his better half – but Bobby Longo, in from San Francisco, visiting Boston and hoping to catch a game. But “San Francisco” Bob brought the BoSox no luck. The Sox lost 12-2. Bobby said it was a treat spending the day with Quilty and seeing Johnny Pesky and Tim Wakefield honored during the pregame ceremony. Afterward, they were off to Dennis’ friend’s watering hole to, as Bob said, “have some suds.” So does anyone who knows Dennis have trouble believing he has a friend who owns a bar?
Heard from another 1972 Bob – Bob Patterson. He wrote to let me know he and Calvin Saunders were going to make it in for the 40th. Bob retired after 40 years at Cuyahoga Community College, and Calvin is practicing law in New York City.
Not sure if you noticed it in the PR blurbs from Carroll, but another classmate has distinguished himself. Jose Feliciano is one of the recipients of the 2012 Alumni Medal for outstanding service to mother Carroll. Jose, a Cleveland-based trial lawyer with Baker Hostetler, has more than 35 years experience in the defense and prosecution of white-collar crime, among other things. Jose, a past president of the Cleveland Bar Association, was appointed a White House Fellow in 1984 by President Reagan. But hey, there’s more. He, along with TJ Russert, is the only other ’72 grad (at least that I know of) that has his own TV show. As chairman of the Hispanic Roundtable, Jose hosts a monthly talk show on El Sol Television, produced by El Sol De Cleveland Hispanic newspaper.
Got a note from Mark Pacelli. He mentioned that Marty Bergerson’s daughter, Mary Clare, is getting married. And hold on to your duffers – Bergy is going to be a grandfather because Martin Duggan ’02 will soon have his first. Mark also mentioned there are more marriages in the offing as Tom Cavanagh and Don and Patty (Simoson) Farrell’s daughters are getting married. (He also mentioned, after their first-round playoff exits, the Hawks, his team, and the Wings, my team, stink.) Many thanks to Signore Pacelli for his hard work at rustling up the troops for homecoming.
Craig Roach and Don Korb ’70 were two of the hosts for a Washington, D.C., reception for Carroll alums held at the Library of Congress. Fr. Niehoff brought the D.C. people up to speed with what’s going on back in University Heights. U.S. News & World Report ranked Carroll No. 7 among universities in the Midwest, the 22nd consecutive year the University has been named one of the top 10 institutions in this category.
That’s it for now. Next time I’ll be reporting about who I saw and what I heard at our 40th. Take care.
John M. Marcus
Our 40th reunion is June 15-17. Make it back because we’re not getting any younger. I was reminded about that when Sir Francis Palamara wrote from his library at Overstrand Mansions (not to be confused with his fishing getaway in the stylish English Lakes District). Frankie tells the story of two 60-year-old guys sitting in a pub. One guy pointed across the bar and said to his pal, “That’s us in 10 years.” His drinking pal says, “That’s a mirror, mate!” I got a note from Gregg Gianpetro, who said he’d show. It’s good news because, after bringing down the house with his monologue at our 25th reunion dinner (remember the bit about short people in restrooms?), he’s missed the past two. I know I’d like to see him again. I’m sure we can count on the regulars: Farrell, Bergerson, Cavanagh, Doyle, Maggio, Ray, Quilty, Rogo, Pearl, Caulfield, Hogan, Connaughton, Meacham, the Conways, Ryan, the Joyces, Hickey, the Collins, the Hills, the Hudecs, Cianflocco, Bertgese, the Browns, Peters, Radie, Sossi, Ropar, Quart, Webber, and Spook, Mouse, and Chico. I remember what Don Fisher said to me at the 25th – it was his first time back … ever. He said he had so much fun reconnecting with old pals and being on the campus he regretted not having made it back before. He hasn’t missed since. Highlights of the weekend are Friday golf, the Friday night dinner hosted by none other than class restaurateur Martin Bergerson, and the Saturday night class dinner. In between, the hospitality tent will be open with plenty of refreshments. Frankie P. will, I’m sure, be passing out Cubans. There will be lots of time to see all the great new additions to the campus (and be haunted by the ghosts of Carroll past). OK, so we’re 60, no reason to shut down. Be like Judge Anne Conway, who climbed Mount Kilimanjaro a year ago August. Really! Before you come, read a great book for people our age – “Younger Next Year,” a Craig Roach Book-of-the-Month Club selection.
Speaking of Judge Conway, she wrote to tell me one of her daughters, a lawyer, recently married a medical student while her other daughter is a pediatrician in residency at St. Christopher’s in Philly.
I also received a note from Paul McGurr, who’s taking a sabbatical in Sweden to help a business school earn its AACSB accreditation, much like what Paul’s dad, Dean McGurr, did years back for the Carroll Business School.
Also heard from Tommy Hill, who tried to talk his way out of the report filed by Lake Erie beat reporter Neil Conway. Tom and former Streak QB Tim Andrassy ’70 were seen crossdressing in a theatrical performance. Hill said it was a benefit show for a good cause and claims Conway was only trying to smear his good name because Neil couldn’t fit into one of the tutus. (Neil, you might want to pick up “Younger Next Year.”)
Sad news to report from classes around ours – Paul Cummings ’71 and Charlie Beringer ’75 passed away. Paul, a Buffalo guy and standout football player, was one of the classiest guys you could meet. Charlie was one of the most loyal friends you could have. He had a dry and biting wit that could set you back on your heels. Both will be missed.
That’s it for now. I hope to see you all in June. Take care.
John M. Marcus
Forty! Has it been that long since Fr. Mitzel took midnight walks on the quad in that cape, Fr. Schario stalked Murphy, Fr. Simon’s stopwatch at curfew, and The Duke being The Duke? Has it been that long since Pickles, The Crossroads and the Blue Streak Lounge, and the long dash to campus at 10:57 p.m. on weekdays? Has it been that long since Marty and Mike’s “printing” enterprise, Russert as Doctor Ripple at Stunt Night, and midnight streaking at homecoming week? Yep. There’s much we want to forget, but more we hope to remember. So come on back to Carroll this June for our 40th because Bergy will host his Friday night dinner, Sir Francis will be sharing his Cuban cigars, and … well, your kids are grown, and at your age, someone else paints your house, and what the hell else will you be doing next June? Make plans to return.
Now for the news. Dr. A.J. Cianflocco has been named the director of primary sports medicine at the Cleveland Clinic for Sports Health. A.J. has been at the Cleveland Clinic since 1987 and has been a team doctor at times for the Cleveland Browns (working on Earnest Byner’s hands), the Cleveland Cavaliers (helped LeBron develop his hook), and the U.S. Figure Skating Championships. But seriously, A.J. is another example of the class and character shown by our fellow ’72ers. He has unselfishly donated his time to JCU athletics and, at one point, hadn’t missed being on the sidelines for a Carroll football team for many years, except once for a relative’s wedding. We are proud of A.J.
Alan Nadel has been chosen to BNA’s compensation advisory board, a group of esteemed professionals from major corporations, universities, and government entities. This couldn’t have come at a better time because Al will be at reunion wearing his compensation advisory board hat. Al will be handing out raises to everyone who comes back in June. (He’ll be the guy sitting at one of those little tables in the Airport Lounge when you register and where they give you the T-shirt, umbrella, and one of Pacelli’s hats.) Actually, it’s a big honor, and the guy has a monster resume – math major at Carroll, master’s at CCNY, a master’s in actuarial science from NYU, author of three books, and managing director at Strategic Apex Group in New York. Congrats, Al.
Patti Simoson Farrell wrote that Don tried to take up hunting this fall in the woods of Illinois. He had to cancel his trip because when he went into a store to buy camouflage pants he couldn’t find any.
And Sir Francis wrote that he went on safari to Africa and met up with real headhunters. Supposedly they were eating a clown, and one of the headhunters asked Frankie, “Does this taste funny to you?”
Remember the guy that did the “invisible” picture for his senior picture in the yearbook. He married an invisible woman, and his kids were nothing to look at either. Yeah, I know. What’s with the bad jokes? I have no other material – two stories about A.J. and Al, both sent by the alumni office. No phone calls, no emails, no Jack Bertges or Craig Roach buying me lunch, so you get bad jokes. Here’s the deal: Send me an email, and tell me you’re coming to reunion, and I won’t tell any more jokes, such as the one about the dyslexic Carroll guy that walked into a bra. See you in June.
John M. Marcus
So why come back in June for our 40th? Here’s a good reason: Shelly (Morad) Rambaldo sent me a note announcing the passing of her husband, Chuck, the day before his 61st birthday in February. Then I found out Hon. Anne Conway lost her husband, Joseph Robinson, in May. Our prayers go out to Anne, Shelly, and their families. Around campus, Shelley and Chuck were not two people, they were like one. They were always together, especially shaking down the dance floor at mixers. They were just meant to be. Shelly said Chuck lost to cancer after never having been sick for 59 years. She asked me to pass on that Chuck wrote a book about his life, “A Man of His Word,” which is available on Amazon.com. Upon hearing the news of Chuck’s passing, Bobby Longo wrote, “losing TJ (Russert), Marts (Lindstrom), and Chucky all in a row is tough – all special characters who will be missed greatly.” Jack Bertges spent time with Chuck and Shelly at Russert’s Carroll Memorial Service, had a blast with them, and looked forward to seeing them at our 40th. Doug Webber said something, but I couldn’t understand him, so he wrote it for me: “Chucky was a terrific guy, and it’s hard to think of him without thinking of Shelly. They were mesmerizing to watch on the dance floor.” (Chuck would have appreciated the Webber dig.) Marie D’amico Caratozzolo, a high school classmate of Shelly’s, also sent a note expressing her sorrow and fond memories. And Donna Bowen Brown said watching them dance was like being on the set of American Bandstand. Longo summed it up best: “I’ll tell you, Johnny, as the years blow by and we meet more and more folks, we realize God sent a big chunk of the good guys and gals to one place – JCU.”
There’s been a sighting of Tom Hill and Carroll running back Tim Andrassy ’70. They were caught dressed in drag – sunglasses, gowns, and tutus. It was part of the Western Reserve Junior Service League Variety show. Neil Conway reported the sighting. I said, “Sick. Hill wore a gown in public.” And Neil told me it wasn’t that bad except Hill was wearing last year’s shade of chartreuse in chiffon.”
Tom Ryan called. His youngest just graduated from the University of Iowa College of Law; his fifth (of six) daughter was married this summer; and his nephew, Kenny Ryan, is playing in the Pittsburgh Penguins system.
Charlie Carroll has been traveling to China (more than 40 trips) as a manufacturers rep in the foundry business. He and Mary Beth Chambers Carroll ’73 have been married for 38 years and have two grown daughters, a doctor whose a Notre Dame grad and a lawyer who’s a Stanford grad. (Got the brains from Mom, eh? Remember what I’ve been saying for 20 years: Carroll guys marry up.)
And Jerry Albertini thanked me for putting him in touch with old GDI guy, and then he gave me a couple corrections from my last column. This right after Bertges wrote and mentioned he had a correction about who paid the bill the last time we met for lunch in D.C. Folks, the rules: no corrections, no facts; just rumor, innuendo, and good dirt. If you gotta problem wit’ dat, take it up with my agent Paul (Mouse) Magnotto at the reunion in June. See you there.
John M. Marcus
When big Frank Gerbig talks, I listen. I haven’t seen the guy in 20 years or talked to him since. But, out of the blue, I received an email. It seems Frank and a whole host of Carroll people made it to the March Lincoln Day Dinner in Chicago honoring Tim Russert. Cast of characters? You bet. How’d you like to be sitting with Laura and Mark Pacelli, Julie and Dave Carden, Jace Caulfield, Larry Ray, Don and Patty Farrell, Frank Maggio, Jim Grieco, Susan ’75 and Bill Doyle, Bergy and Suellen, Ginny and Pat Hogan, and Dennis Quilty? JCU President Robert L. Niehoff, S.J., also attended. But one night wasn’t enough. Frankie says the group had a “rehearsal dinner” the night before. (No word whether they paid the bill.) Tim’s son, Luke, and wife, Maureen, joined the group for both events. The festivities also drew other class of ’72 favorites: Joe McMahon, Chris ’74 and “Swanny” ’75 Schuba, Bonny and Jim Murphy ’73, Linda Meglin ’74, and Bill (Stony) Burke ’73. And older guys such as Pat and Tom Ahern ’70, Matt Miller ’70, Clarinda and Dick Ray ’70, and Rose ’71 and Tom (Lou) Costello ’71. Sounded like a lot of fun.
There was another alum get-together, but this one was in the warm climes of Hilton Head, S.C. Charlie Carroll writes that some AKPsi deadbeats met for golf and friendly wagering at Frank Palermo’s ’74 place. Jimmy Casserly (my old Cleveland Skating Club pal), John Palermo ’71, and ’74ers Mike McShane, Joe Virostek, and Larry Meathe competed for the cash. But Charlie and Casserly were the accountants, so guess who took the dough? (Jack Bertges would be shocked.) Charlie also writes he ran his family’s iron foundry for 20 years before selling it to a public company. He now reps the business in the U.S. and China. Charlie and Mary Beth (Chambers ’73) have been married 38 years. Mary Beth “broke the glass ceiling” by being named the first female VP at First Energy Corp. in Akron, Ohio. They have two girls, an orthopedic M.D. in Tampa and a lawyer in L.A. – Charlie says they got their smarts from their mom. (Carroll men always marry up.)
And finally, I heard from another accounting guy, Jerry Albertini. Jerry his wife of 32 years, Sue. And in that part of the world, only three things are certain: death, taxes (which Jerry will do for a fee), and long winters. But after putting his 20-something sons through college, he’s thinking about pulling the plug on the old adding machine. He’d love to get in touch with GDIs – guys like Tommy Hill, Neil Conway, Tom Larocca, Bob Sidow, Kenny Wyneski – and reunite. Drop me a line, boys, and I’ll get you together. But think about the reunion – it’s in June of next year. Take care.
John M. Marcus
Jack Bertges made it to D.C. for his annual family Christmas visit and lunch with Craig Roach and I. (Jack wants everyone to know he picked up the check.) Jack has hosted several friends on the Left Coast this past fall: Donna Brown, Judge Anne Conway, Mark Pacelli, Bill Petrovic, and Marty Schreiber, among others. Bobby Longo will meet up with them frequently, especially if Jack is buying. Roach still is running Boston Pacific, an energy consulting firm, and it still looks like he could clean up anyone half his age in racquetball.
Patty (Simoson) Farrell wrote to let us know Donald (the guy who spent all his time in the library) turned 60 in January and still is working at Segerdahl Graphics. Patty said he’s playing a lot of golf and recently shot his age. Then he played the back nine and shot it again. The Farrell’s daughter, Michaela, is a frosh at Boston College, so Don and Patty crashed at the Quiltys for BC’s Parents Weekend.
Old pal Neil Conway and wife, Maureen, brought me up to date on the international hockey scene. Seems their son, Neil (Bubby), was named MVP in Canada’s national collegiate hockey championship for his role as goalie in St. Mary’s University’s 3-2 OT win for all the beans. Meanwhile, their daughter, Seanna, is captain and goaltender for Ireland’s national women’s (ice) hockey team. Seanna will lead the Ireland team in the World Championships.
In another part of Canada, Tom Ryan’s kid brother Casey’s kid, Kenny, is starring for the Windsor Spitfires and is part of the Toronto Maple Leafs system.
Lucy Selvaggio Stickan wrote to let me know she and Chris (married 35 years) have produced two more JCU English majors – Lisa ’98 and Christina ’09. Chris is a federal prosecutor, Lucy has been working for Ohio Senator George Voinovich, Lisa is a county prosecutor, and Christina is working on a nursing degree and has been named 2011 Miss Italia of Ohio.
Connie (Carpenter) and Bob Quart spent Christmas with their sons and new grandson, Quinn. There’s no truth to the rumor Quinn got a “Surfboards Hawaii – Buffalo Chapter” jacket, complete with tassel on the right sleeve.
Mark Pacelli is trying to put together a table for an event honoring Tim Russert in Chicago. I hope to hear how that went from Mark for the next issue.
Finally, Bill “Bearsy” McGregor ’71, my old hallmate in Murphy, has been named one of the 2010 Washingtonians of the Year by Washingtonian Magazine for his work developing fine scholar/athletes as football coach at prep football powerhouse DeMatha High School.
That’s it for this time. Take care.
John M. Marcus
Not exactly a deluge of news, but then again, enough for 450 words. I had flashbacks about our days at Carroll visiting my son, Michael, a sophomore at Boston College, and daughter, Julie, a frosh at Villanova. Great days.
My North Coast correspondent Neil Conway, publisher of the Ohio German Times, sent me good notes. First, his son, Bubby, finished his first year at St. Mary’s University in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Bub is a goalie on the varsity hockey team, following in big sister Seanna’s footsteps. Seanna received her M.A. from the National University of Ireland Galway.
Tom Hill is driving a school bus – no kidding. Great basketball player that he was (and son was a varsity star at JCU), he volunteers his time behind the wheel at Deepwood Center in Mentor, Ohio.
Bob Ulas is the director of the Visitor’s Bureau in Lake County, Ohio, and heads up “Party in the Park,” the biggest free music festival in Ohio.
Old rugby captain Joe Pearl still runs Joe Pearl Sports in Battle Creek, Mich. Joe and his wife, Leslie, have been married almost 40 years now. Son Jonathan, a Michigan grad, is an M.D. living in Italy. Jon has served our country proudly in Iraq. Son Beezer played football at Chicago and is a VP on Wall Street. Daughter Rachel is a recent college grad while the youngest, Will, is a budding tennis star.
Got a note from Billy Sixsmith. He and Mike Mulkeen, Jim Mcdonough, and Ken Sophie met in a Chicago pub a few months back and talked Carroll football. Billy, who lives in Chicago and is a VP with Navistar, has been taking business trips to Vancouver, Toronto, and Montreal. (How about swinging over to Halifax to watch Conway’s kid between the pipes?) Bill and Betty have three sons – the youngest finishing at Wisconsin, and son, Bob, living in Spain. McDonough, a Western region manager for Leica Microsystems, and his wife, Donna, live in Peoria, Ariz., and have a son and daughter. Mulkeen says Sixy has a condo business. (Can someone please write and tell me what a condo business is?) And Soph is in business with Bobby Harrington in the law game. He spends time coaching his young son and daughter in various sports, like many of you do with your grandkids.
That’s it for now. Send me lies, half-truths, rumors, or innuendos. We’re not the New York Times. Take care.
John M. Marcus
Scanlon’s got a book out – yeah, Mike Scanlon ’69. It’s a novel called “The Best Good Time” and is based on a cross-country trip Scanlon took. (Check it out at www.thebestgoodtime.com.) Here’s the good part. Scanlon says the first one to write a good online review gets a free steak dinner. Now, for those of you who don’t know Scanlon, that’s a big deal. Our old pal Tim Russert had two best sellers. But who else has written a book? I know my old buddy Ty Freyvogel ’70 has written several books about entrepreneurship (makingsenseofyourbusiness.com), and Don Kuratko ’74 has authored 24 books (how did that get past me), including one of the leading entrepreneurship books in the world, “Entrepreneurship: Theory, Process, Practice.” So my question is, what is it about all these entrepreneurs writing books? Has anyone else written a book I don’t know about? Write and let me know.
Terry McGonegal isn’t an entrepreneur, but he’s a super lawyer (kind of like a who’s who of lawyers, which begs the question: who is who?). McGonegal is a personal injury lawyer in Canton, Ohio, and he wants me to carry his water by saying hello to Bob Zolkowski, Mark Olenik, Dave Dudash, Bob Longo, John Lepo, John Pobicki, and Paul Lehman. Note to Terry: Come to reunion and see these guys. Lehman, an executive with Key Bank, received a citation from the Ohio Irish Times (published by muckraker Neil Conway and wife Maureen) for his work implementing the McBride Principles, a fair practice rule about dealing with Irish business. I’ve found the way to do business with the Irish was with a Guinness. (No nasty letters – I, too, am Irish.)
Ginny and Pat Hogan have plans to visit Jack Bertges in San Francisco this fall, conditional of course, on Bertges providing Silver Oak wine to Hogan and his bride. Jack’s been busy. Mark Pacelli has been out to see him and supposedly Bill Petrovic will travel West for his annual visit. Jack also might be seeing A.J. Cianflocco and Marty Schreiber (What, a doctor’s convention in S.F.?) and Federal Judge Anne Conway, the Class of ’72s super lawyer.
Donna Brown wrote to say Patty and Don Farrell’s daughter, Michaela, would be attending Boston College. Don’t worry Farrells, my son, Michael, is a sophomore there. Donna wrote to say a wonderful memorial service was held in Chicago for Howie Burgh ’70 and Fred Hartman ’68 (a Vietnam war vet). Julie Burgh, Ken Sophie, Tom Cavanagh, Bill Sixsmith, Matt Miller ’70, Pat Herald ’69, Tom Ahern ’70, and Mike Hagerty ’68 attended.
Afterwards, all went to Lou Mitchell’s to swap stories, and I’m sure, to have a couple pops.
That’s it – 450 words come fast. Write and take care.
John M. Marcus
Patty Simoson Farrell wrote to let me know that Quilty has passed on. Quilty, their 10-year-old Wheaton terrier quietly passed away in January. So they got a new dog and named him Murphy. (Not to confuse the Farrell dog with Dennis of-the-same-name – he’s alive and well and can be reached at Fenway). Patty wrote that Don (Farrell) is looking forward to golf season. His parents are 89 and are needing a little more attention. But then Don is 59 and he is needing more attention. Don and Patty’s kids are great: Emily is a nurse, Coleen is teaching English at Loyola Academy, and young Don has graduated and is selling real estate and coaching lacrosse. Patty is looking to get back “in the game” at the international Center for Deafness and the Arts.
Bobby Longo wrote Jack Bertges, and I got a copy of the “transcript.” Bobby is looking good (not in a datable way) and is touting “59” as the new “39.” Anyway, he relayed a story about how he had been trying to get together with Marty Schreiber, like forever. So one day, after a meeting at John Carroll, Bobby goes to Mass across the street at Gesu and the priest introduces a “guest homilist, our own newly minted Jesuit, Fr. Marty Schreiber.” Bob does a double take and says Marty V.2 looks just like Marty V.1. So at the kiss of peace, Bobby turns around and there is “senior.” Not only did Longo get a good surprise, but he weaseled an Easter dinner out of the deal.
Mike Chambers is the 2009 winner of the Pinnacle Award, given by the Association of the Wall and Ceiling Industry to the individual who has given unselfishly to the industry. Mike and Carol have been married 36 years and have three kids and four grands.
Ran into Ed Harrington – he’s the big cheese as regional president at John Marshall Bank in Washington, D.C.
And finally, a column wouldn’t be complete without word from the JCU representative in the House of Lords, Viscount Frank Palamara. Frankie is still selling private equity in “the City” and hopes to hop the pond this summer. But since I am at the 450 word limit I can’t tell you the stories that put me on the floor, so I’ll wrap it up … see you at Reunion 2012. Take care, JM
How valuable was our Carroll education? Mike Mulkeen recently reminded me of the days following graduation when Jim Clingan ’71, Bob Sidow, Mulkeen, and I worked for a company cleaning houses in Shaker Heights – you know, like the teams of three little ladies that clean your house now. Mulkeen recalls, “I’ll never forget cleaning those mansions on Fairmount and finding plates covered with food stuffed into drawers.” Mulkeen sees his old “target,” Ken Sophie, frequently. Soph is tied down by the sports schedules of his 14-year-old daughter and 12-year-old son and by a demanding, leave-no-time-for-the-family boss, Bob Harrington, in Harrington’s Chicago law practice. Mulkeen also sees Bill Sixsmith and says Billy looks no different. Mulkeen and Sixy played Little League ball together in Pittsburgh. “Sixy had an 80 mph fastball when he was 11 … one time he hit a batter and the kid spun three times before crashing down. People thought the kid was dead!” Mulkeen also feels that Sixy, given the chance, would have been a 1,000 yard+ running back for the Streaks. Sixy and Betty ’76 are empty-nesters in Chicago. Mike also sees his insurance agent, Tom Cavanagh. Mike complains that all Cavy wants to talk about is his future, but Mike says, “I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.”
Anne Conway was honored with the 2009 JCU Alumni Medal. Anne is a U.S. District judge in the Middle District of Florida. Congrats Anne, and remember that “get out of jail” card in case one of your dear classmates may need one.
Bobby “Yo Man, My Name Is Kahuna” Quart wrote to say he and Connie Carpenter Quart are grandparents to baby Quinn. Somehow I can’t see these two — who may have been the most attractive couple to ever grace the campus — as grandparents. (Maybe I got carried away there. Gregg Gianpetro certainly was up there for “best looking”)
Tony Adinolfi recently retired after serving over 33 years as chief of police with the City of Lyndhurst Police Department. Tony has two daughters, an Akron attorney and a U.S. Army vet now working for Weyerhaeuser.
Got word that Richard Ebner won Crain’s Business CFO of the Year Award for his work at Beachwood’s Liberty Bank, NA.
And Bill Petrovic is getting “Younger Next Year” after a tough health battle. He and wife Kathy are hiking the mountains, biking, working out, and practicing Yoga. Keep up the good work Bill.
And if you are doing road-work, check out my old friend Mike Gotfredson’s ’74 – roadrunnersports.com – and ask for the “Carroll discount.” Tell him Marcus sent you! Take care, JM
I’m afraid, classmates, that this column is a tough one. Marty Lindstrom passed away August 7 in his adopted hometown of San Francisco. Marty was known by as many students on campus as our old pal TJ Russert. And he may have made as many visits to the top University administration officials as Russert (but for vastly different reasons). He was unforgettable. We called him “Marts” or “Nitro,” but most people knew him only as “Marty and Mike” – part of a dynamic duo – the “Mike” being his shadow, Mike Mullen. Marty and Mike were best friends … since kindergarten. When Mullen called me about Marty’s death, Mike referred to Marty as a “character in a book that has yet to be written.” Mike, of course, would be cast alongside Marty in that “to-be-written-book” … a 1970s version of Studs Lonigan – a book where Marty and Mike would play each other’s shadow. They were partners in the “document printing” business, for those too young to join classmates at Pickles. Rugby players by day, schemers by night. Always a ploy. Always a surprise. A John Carroll version of Aykroyd and Belushi. Marty was remembered in a ceremony at Ascension Church in Oak Park, IL, presided over by Fr. Bob Ytsen, S.J. How fitting that someone so loved by our class as Fr. Bob would be there for Marty. Mark Pacelli wrote that Fr. Bob gave a “terrific homily” about the qualities of hope and joy that mattered greatly in Marty’s life, no matter how tough the times. Mark wrote that Mullen followed with a moving testimony about how Marty could walk into any “establishment” and know everybody … and be loved by all. The church was full – with Carroll people, and with grammar and high school friends: Marty Bergerson, Don ’70 and Donna Brown, Tom Cavanagh, Julie and Dave Carden, Suzanne Doyle ’75 (in Billy’s absence), Don and Patty Farrell, Pat Hogan, Dan Murphy ’75, his old housemate David O’Brien (who flew in from Pittsburgh), Donna Massey, Frank Maggio, Larry Fox ’71, and many others. Jack Bertges wrote from San Francisco telling me of a memorial service held out there for Marty. He was eulogized: “Marty always had a fun story about someone, something … or himself.”
One last note – the Newseum – a magnificent new museum located on Pennsylvania Avenue between the Capitol and the White House, has set up an exhibit of Russert’s office, the way it was, on the day he died, June 13, 2008. The only other journalist so honored is Edward R. Murrow. The office is described as “homey, reflecting his wide array of interests including politics, religion, music, a work of art from 7-year-old Luke Russert, and pennants from his beloved Bills.” The museum director wrote that “visitors will be surprised by the non-political things that show Russert to be a normal person.” But we won’t be surprised. If you visit the exhibit (open through 2010), look if there is a Post-it on the wall from Bergy asking Russert for help getting BC/Notre Dame football tickets … So long, Marts. Look down on us and make us smile. Take care, JM
On May 2, our class gathered to pay farewell to our own T.J. Russert … this column is written in advance, but I have seen the list of expected attendees and I’m sure it will be an Irish-wake-kind-of sendoff old T.J. would have loved. Not sure if Frankie P. made it in from Jolly Ole England, but I did hear from Tom Joyce, who is also living in Jolly Ole, in Reading. Says he and Sir Francis would meet up for a pint at (and I’m not making this up) “The Golden Hind” just off the Marleybone High Street. Why does “English” sound so good. Why can’t we speak it here? Anyway, Joyce has been working for the UN in Addis Ababa and Geneva, and for management consulting companies in Melbourne, Tokyo, and London. He is currently working with two companies, Pyromex ( a waste-to-energy company) and Swiss-Copter, which either makes helicopters or Swiss cheese – I forgot to ask. Tom reminds me that he is the Tom Joyce from Cleveland, not the Tom Joyce from Pittsburgh. (With all the cities he’s lived in, I’m not sure how he can remember where he is from … especially after a jaunt to the Golden Hind with Sir Frankie).
Chris Leicht writes in from Olympia, WA, where he has spent the last 30 years with Ecolab, in sales and management. He is a pol of sorts – like our own Pat Hoak, the mayor of one of those little towns around Buffalo. Chris has been a board member in Olympia, and even president pro temp… Gianpetro writes to say he and Tim Franzinger got together in Chicago recently. No laughter there, I’m sure. Especially since they were hitting hard on guys like Cavanagh, Farrell, Chico, Marty, Mike, Smitty, Al Collinger ’71, Regis Albrecht ’71, and other ghosts.
Heard from Bernie Gesenhues – here’s an AARP story. He is flying planes for Northwest, this I knew. But he didn’t start flying for them until he was 48. Motivates me to try the NHL … and there’s good news for “Her Honor” Anne Conway. Our own federal judge (in Florida) recently was awarded the JCU Alumni Medal.
Rich Harkey ’70 writes from the left coast that he saw Jim McHale recently. Jim has seven kids – six girls and a son for an extra point … and finally, Don and Patty Farrell were cited by their church/school as winners of the Mario Zanoni Honorees, for outstanding service. Patty did all the work. Don shared the credit.
That’s it for now. Please write … or text … or Twitter. Take care, JM
This is my version of Headline News. (Column cut to 450 words. New style … no gerunds or participles.) Bob Longo is in SF and is travelling a lot with his company, ETech a company out of Tasmania (really!)
Slingin’ Sam Morocco still with Patriot Seating — daughter graduated from JCU and another at Miami, OH
Jim “Pickles” Peters — son plays Legion baseball and also has a daughter at Miami
Eileen Burger White – last year visited Peru and Ecuador and this winter is road-trippin’ to Chile, Argentina and Brazil
Dr. Marty Schreiber was named Ohio Kidney Foundation “Man of the Year,” heads the Department of Nephrology at Cleveland Clinic (didn’t know he also had a Harvard fellowship!), and has a son who is studying to be a Jesuit deacon
Tom Kaminski – distributor for Parker Hannifin, has five kids and sees David O’Brien occasionally in Pittsburgh
Mark Blanchard – still works at EATON and had the privilege to get “fixed up” by Schreiber’s staff at the Cleveland Clinic
Tom Joyce visits Jack Bertges on the West Coast and has a daughter working for the Cleveland Clinic, and another in DC working for the BBC
Chuck Tremp is in Orange County, CA, and has a CPA firm, four kids, and two grandkids — and loves to fish and play golf (I combine both … with a ball retriever)
Dr. Peter Perhac was named CEO of the Alpine Campus of Colorado Mountain College in Steamboat Springs, CO
José Feliciano was appointed chair of the advisory group for the U.S. District Court for the Northern District of Ohio … (275 words – 10 notes left)
Jeff Narten – works for the University Council AFT in California representing lecturers and librarians, has three kids and five grands … The other Tom Joyce is living in London, frequents the “Golden Hind” pub (just off Marleybone High Street), sees Sir Francis on occasion (who is back in the investment business doing deals in the Middle East), and keeps in touch with Tom Ambrogio, Dave Dudash, Don Badjun, Jack O’Toole ’73, Rick Farr
Bob Agnone writes that he, Jack Terrick and Shawn McNamara ’74 took a road trip to Cleveland for a British sports car show
Bob Sidow retired from the FBI and is rehabbing old cars in the Frederick, MD, area
Daniel Telzrow took on a position as treasurer for the West Branch School District near Alliance, OH
Had dinner in DC over Christmas with Bertges and Craig Roach – they made us split the bill, so no news about them … TILT – reached the word limit … Take care … JM
I have gotten so many e-mails – well over a hundred – after the passing of our TJ. The impact of this guy! Two of our classmates wrote me to tell me of their own close brushes with death. One was given a 10% chance to LIVE. But he was operated on by a John Carroll grad – and he pulled through. Another – cancer. He, too, beat it and credits care from two JCU classmates that helped him stay positive and focused at his bedside and through rehab. Now, he is cancer free. Both recount the man TJ was and how much his life, and his passing, meant to them. What’s the lesson? The unique nature of our class and how we care for each other. Forty years later and we are still in each others’ thoughts and memories. Tim Russert knew and appreciated this – he never missed a JCU reunion – save for the last one. We will have another in four years. TJ would be there. He would want you there. Anyway, some recollections
Jack Bertges wrote that Bob Longo, Marty Lindstrom, and he toasted TJ on the night of the funeral at Perry’s Restaurant in SF (where Marty once managed, and where there’s a picture of TJ on the wall). Longo added that there were as many Bergy stories as there were Russert stories. Bobby says he will never forget the recessional playing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” from Tim’s iPod as the double rainbow splashed over the Lincoln Memorial. Tom Kaminski said TJ was the first freshman he met when he arrived to campus in August ’68. He remembers Tim’s down-to-earth “follow me” way, and adds, “He continues to inspire me.”
Bobby Agnone said he and Dan Carroll were the only members of our class to run a campaign against Russert. Bob and Danny ran Chris Leicht’s campaign for freshman class president. Chris was Jack Scheid’s roommate. Bob remembers that Tim won the election with the strength of the freshman debate. Bob wrote that until the day Tim died, every time he saw TJ on TV, he remembered back to that 18-year-old kid from Buffalo who debated with passion and conviction in the fall of ’68.
Jimmy Peters remembers the day he and I returned to Murphy Hall at our 30th Reunion and heard an unbelievable roar coming from Russert’s room … Bergy, TJ, Bill Doyle, Don Farrell, Mike Mullen, “Sir Francis,” Doug Webber, Tommie Ryan, Dennis Quilty, Tom Cavanagh, Lindstrom, Gregg Gianpetro, and it seemed like tons more – were crammed in TJ’s room and sharing stories and laughing like college kids – which, for the moment, they once again were. “Pickles” called Tim “God’s gift to us all.”
Alan Nadel wrote and said, though he was a commuter from South Euclid and didn’t personally know Tim, that he was touched by him “like so many others, in a way that few have ever done.” Alan e-mailed the article that I wrote on Tim’s memorial service to friends, and received over 300 e-mails from people all around the country. Most of them got the e-mail forwarded to THEM but all responded back to Alan of the “feelings of having lost a close friend.” Alan said, “Tim is the reminder of the kind of person we all aspire to be and (paraphrasing Kipling) was a rare person who walked with kings yet never lost the common touch.”
Finally, Davey O’Brien talked about how he and Colleen joined Hoddy Hanna ’69 at a fundraiser at which Tim was speaking. Dave said, “Tim came and sat and spent plenty of time with us.” Dave wrote, “At that time you never think this is the last time you will see someone, but you never know. After Tim’s passing I reached out to several Carroll friends I had not talked to in years, shame on me. Now that most of us have grown children, it’s so important to reach out to good friends.” … Well said, David! And expanding on Davey’s theme, I think of talking recently with Gerry Grim ’69 about that very thing – keeping in touch – and how 30 members of the class of ’69 (and specially invited guests from ’70 and ’71) meet every year in Kiawah Island, SC, to play golf and share remembrances. Davey’s got it right. These guys from ’69 got it right. And Timmy always got it right. Call an old pal – get back in touch. Take care … JM
In Memory of
Timothy J. Russert
Our President, Our Beaudry Man … Our Friend
I hear from a lot of you … “when I get the alumni magazine the first thing I do is open to our column.” Well this time, you’ve got work to do. There’s nothing. No news. Natta. Closest thing that came to news from you guys was me and my son driving past Bergy’s place in Michigan City, Ind., on my way to a Notre Dame college trip. So here’s the e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org. I’m not going to whine: unless the last graph counts as whining. Instead I’m going to “prod.” Joe Duffy - never heard from him. Same for Les Svoboda. My Boston buddies John Collins and Dennis Quilty - too busy with the Bruins, Celts and Sox? Drop me a line. Vic Sossi? – last I heard was selling Healthy Choice for a food company. What about the other DATers? Gurgol, Jirousek, Novacek, Tremp, Loos? Where are you guys? I never get to report on Cleveland guys – what are you guys doing? What about the ladies of the class – Anne Conway is a judge in Florida – how about the others? Linda Heiss, Irene Wander, Linda Hurley, Maureen Thornton, and Patty Farrell, who carries that huge burden being married to that guy from Fenwick HS. Speaking of Fenwick, what about Mullen? The U Club? I know Chris Schuba ’74 – 35 years later – still hates IChis but come on – drop me a note. We always talk about Bergy and Maggio and that guy with the TV show. But what about Fr. Bob, Jimmy Peters, Jim Hughes, Big Frank, and Kevin Byrne? Then how about Big Bob Sidow and Leon Miernicki and Marv Tryon and Roto and Roger. What about the little Schmidt-fella, and Gianpetro and Chico? Cisek and Narducci are lost at sea and I never hear from my old friend Dave O’Brien, who like most of us, married way above our station. Anyone heard from Lindstrom? I once was in Santa Monica, stopped at an intersection and Marty was sitting on a park bench talking to drivers as they stopped at a red light.
Visited U of Chicago on the college search and thought of Joe Pearl whose son played football in the stadium where – I think it was Spook and Mouse – invented the Atom Bomb. Jack Scheid, Bob Longo, Danny Pierce, what’s the excuse? Kristoff is now on the East Coast. Think he’d come down from Philly and buy me dinner? Nope. What about the best backfield in the PAC: Zinger, and Danny Carroll, and Mulkeen, and Boland, and Johnny Pollard, and Slingin’ Sam? Your knees are killing you from old football injuries and you can’t pick up a pen? Eddie Egnatios where are you? And Jeff Rogo – best yearbook picture – what are you doing? Come on guys. Help me out. Take this to your computer right now and spend five minutes telling me what you are up to, how great your dog is – anything – and better yet, send sordid tales that we can twist into unrecognizable gossip on someone else. Facts aren’t important here. Write … JM
I think this comes out in the spring … can’t remember … suffering from early onset annheusers … but I thought a golf story might be a good way to start the spring column. Had lunch with Ed Harrington here in D.C. That’s ED Harrington, not BOB Harrington, the Chicago uber-lawyer assisted ably by our own Ken Sophie and other younger JCU lawyers. Ed, the once captain of the JCU golf team and former club pro in Florida – wanted me to know that he shot a hole-in-one at Congressional Country Club – his fourth. At one time he had 30 years betweens aces. I’ve had thirty years between one-putt green. Ed is a senior VP at Old Line Bank in Maryland and has a daughter, a Fordham grad, who’s working in D.C.
Got an e-mail from Bill Reidy, who took great exception to the comment I made that he and Maggio (both like 5’7”, both bald, both with goatees) when speaking together resembled Lenin and Trotsky. Reidy tells me he and Maggio – a long time ago – “figured that God only made a few perfect heads: and on the rest they put hair.” Good spin! Bill tells me his daughter, Sheila, was inducted into Alpha Sigma Nu, the Jesuit Honor Society, at Loyola of Chicago and she is in the Institute of Pastoral Studies … good to know the genes get stronger with passing generations. He also mentions that he has lived 20 miles from Bergy, and the restauranteur has never invited him to play golf at his club. Which begs the question: would you want to play golf at a club that would accept Bergy? So he put the question to young Martin at the Reunion. Bergy stood fast and refused to invite him for a friendly round. So Hogan overheard this, and struck by what Bill called “Catholic guilt,” invited Bill to play at HIS club. Which begs the question: why would anyone want to play at a club that accepted Hogan? So, the story continues. Billy goes to Hogan’s club – and who’s there? Bergy. And some “sandbagger pro from Dover.” Of course Bergy and the pro clean Reidy and Hogan’s clock and Reidy “makes a contribution into Bergy’s retirement fund.” Bill paid in dollars. Should’a paid in rubles.
That’s it. 360 words. Not my fault. I know it’s hard to send in stuff about yourself. So I’ve come up with a new feature… it’s called – send me the link to your corporate/ company/ school/ neighborhood/ NBC web site so we can see what others say about you. Then my editorial board will twist the truth into a more recognizable form so it relates to all your old “so called friends.” So send me your web link – or better yet, send me the link to one of our classmates – and we’ll have some fun twisting THAT around. To make it worth your while: the third place winner plays a round of golf at Bergy’s club. The second place winner gets dinner for one at Bergy’s restaurant in Michigan City (appropriately named “Bergy Restaurant in Michigan City.” The first place winner doesn’t have to see Bergy at all. Send the links to email@example.com. Take care, JM
News flash: Palamara Quits Finance Business. Markets Drop. I’m no finance major like Pacelli and Roach and Kristoff and Petrovic but I know when one and one equals three. There was a big drop in the markets — they say it was the war or oil or the housing slump — but the news that our own Sir Francis Palamara left Cantor Fitzgerald in “The City” after 34 years … then the markets drop? You figure it out. He wrote me, “34 years … what a ride I’ve had!” Indeed. But now what will our Frankie do? “I will use the time fly fishing for trout on the River Test and enjoying the Hampshire countryside.” See why I love this guy! Sure, Russert might have Martha’s Vineyard to escape to, and Pacelli and Bergie and those others run off to Michigan City, IN; and Jack Bertges, packs up for Napa Valley; and Judge Anne Conway, off to the Florida Keys … but the “Hampshire countryside?!” My man Frankie knows how to do it right. Anyway, e-mail the man – fpalamara@BTinternet.com.
Heard of – not from – another legend, Frank R. Gerbig III – or the man described in Russert’s (first) book – as Nitti. Frank of course was the gentle giant who sat at the stool next to Sir Francis at Nighttown and who on a whim came out for rugby his senior year. In the game against Notre Dame, we kicked off and Nitti was the first one down the field. He CRUSHED that Domer and a roar went up … I’ll never forget it. Anyway Frank is living in Lakeport, MI, and is president of MRP Group. And like me Frank has a 10 year-old daughter, Cali Lynne, to keep him young.
Also heard from Mike “Hilly” Hill (I can guess where “Chico” came from, and “Spook” – but how did we ever come up with “Hilly”?). Hilly runs Hill and Kunselman Funeral Home in Beaver Falls, PA … and believe me, you DON’T want to go to his house. Not yet anyway. Which is the perfect segue to the next item. My wife and I had dinner with Craig Roach and his lovely wife Joanne (I picked up the tab). And Craig told me about a book he read – “Younger Next Year.” Buy the book!!! (Or for all those old SDS members, steal this book). At your age you need to read it. To vastly oversimplify the idea presented in the book: “Your body and brain have evolved so that behaviors that helped our ancestors survive — robust daily physical activity and close links to members of a tribe or clan — send positive signals to our most fundamental biological systems that say life is good: grow, heal, thrive. Being sedentary and isolated tells those deep wiring and plumbing operations to shut down, decay, die.” The co-author Henry Lodge, a faculty member at Columbia, draws on current work in evolutionary biology and human neurochemistry to make the case.” The book explains that muscle and bone loss, joint atrophy, and other things “that turns us into little old guys, all bent over and stupid-looking” can be reversed. Again, from the book: “ …moderate weight lifting every couple of days basically stops the bone loss … stops (or offsets) the muscle loss … stops the weakening of tendons, restores the goopy pads and gets rid of the pain. They recommend two days of lifting – not heavy lifting but low weights, high reps … and regular aerobic activity. It’s a great read and I’ve been doing it for seven weeks now and feel like I’m going to make it to our 40th and dodge undertaker Hill for at least a few more years.
One final note. I bid adieu to Jerry Pockar who is leaving John Carroll after 14 years as the university editor and editor of this magazine. He has done a great job building this magazine into one of the best alumni magazines in the country. And despite being a hard core radical liberal Democrat … I like him very much and will miss him. Take care, JM
“The best hidden secret in Michigan City, Indiana” is no longer a hidden secret. The word is out – Bergy’s Center Street Bar and Grill is open for business and causing quite a stir in the Midwest. It all started when Paris Hilton and Hillary Duff were spotted there. Paris, of course, was sent to prison for carrying on, and Hillary soon after, returned to “treatment.” Shortly after, the food critic from the New York Times stopped by on advice from NBC newsman Tim Russert (wonder if he’s related to that big red-headed guy from Buffalo in our class?) and wrote a glowing review in the Times (headline: “Bergy’s Center Street – We Need One in NYC.”) According to Bon Appetite, the place is packed every night. BUT – since you are loyal readers – just mention this column and our Martin Bergerson will get you a table. The private reservation line is 219.878.0688. And mention Marcus sent you and I will make sure Paul “Mouse” Magnotto covers your tab! Bergy was honing his restaurateur skills at the reunion – he hosted a ’72 get-together at Moxie’s restaurant and welcomed a list that included: Craig Roach, Paul Lehman, Neil Conway, Bill Reidy, Jim Hughes, Mike “Hilly” Hill, Doug Webber, John Hudec, A.J. Cianflocco, Mouse, Bob Bensur, Jack Bertges, Mark Pacelli, Pat Hogan, Tom Ryan, Ray Connaughton, Donna Brown, Don Fisher, John Ropar, Frank Maggio, John Collins, Bill Doyle, Tim Franzinger, Joe Pearl, Cliff Radie and hundreds more wives and friends. It was a great time. Doyle flew in from Chicago, where he is a very well-known attorney at Winston & Strawn. He was dapper as usual – white suit with taupe pin-stripes, Rolex watch, gold cuff links and silk tie and matching kerchief. Paul Mouse Magnotto sees him and says, “Bill – I had a suit like that in ’68. Wore it in Guys and Dolls”. The “Governor” only smiled that smile. Across the room Reidy and Maggio were in a heavy discussion – saw them profiled, face-to-face. Both are short. Both are bald. And both have graying goatees. From a distance they looked like Lenin and Trotsky (and I’m sure if it were a political discussion that’s not far off.) Someone else at the table thought they looked like those guys on the box of Smith Brothers cough drops. Jimmy Hughes made it back for the first time. I mentioned that it was a coincidence, because Russert missed for the first time. You connect the dots. Roach is living in D.C. and still running Boston Pacific and helping kids with scholarships. Bensur retired after flying P-3s in the Navy and now lives in Lancaster, PA, and drives a horse-pulled buggy with a big caution sign on the back. Ryan has two more daughters getting married and his last daughter finished at U of Michigan. (Note to the Financial Office – Ryan’s done paying for college. Hit him hard.) Bertges MC’d the class dinner and gave a case of wine to the earliest respondent to Reunion Weekend – Ralph Meachum – who is still in Pittsburgh and is making people rich as a financial planner. Kudos to Cliff Radie who set up a great golf outing at Bob Quart’s home club – Silver Lakes Surf and Country Club. They had a lot of prizes after the golf, but Bergy’s son (a two handicap) won them all. I was placed in the 9% body fat foursome – it was Ropar (who just ran a 35 mile Ultra-marathon, Quart, who my daughter describes a Ken (as in Ken and Barbie) and Radie, who STILL wrestles against the high-schoolers he coaches. Pacelli handed out great JCU ’72 baseball hats. Mark was humbled that the university officially changed the name of “Pacelli Hall” to “Mark Pacelli Hall,” after Mark promised to fund a 30 story addition onto that dorm. Franzinger is still coaching at Rhodes and St. Ignatius and his son graduated from OSU where he played on the Buckeye’s national football championship teams. Joe Pearl has two sporting goods shops in Battle Creek, and he still eats cereal every morning – as he said, “just doing my job to support the local economy.” His son Jonathan has been posted two blocks from my house at Bethesda Naval Hospital as a surgeon. Neil Conway has a second child playing hockey in Canada. Son Neil, like his sister Seanna, is a goalie and is playing in Owen Sound, Ontario. I believe Neil’s kids have chosen hockey as their sport of choice as a direct result of Neil’s gene-altering multiple concussions on the rugby pitch. Fisher is still a librarian in Fort Wayne. Not to be outdone in gift-giving to his alma mater by Pacelli, Don is donating 31 stories to Graselli Library. Connaughton is still fixing pipes in Cincinnati and Marty Schreiber, I’m told by A.J. and Hudec, is still fixing pipes at the Cleveland Clinic. Others sighted during the weekend: Judge Anne Conway, Thomas Czech, Elizabeth Dabrowski, Louis Drotos, Andrea Wasdovich, Mark Fildes, Steve Horvat, Thomas McGarril, Robert Patterson, William Petrovic, Frank and Michele Rambaldo, Beverly Reese, Joyce Salisbury, Irene Wander, Eileen Burger White, Becky Bode, and Joan Balzarini Crockett. And to those of you who missed the reunion … you were missed. Note that Bertges is getting a buzz started about a 60th birthday party for our class in SF. The good news: he’s going to fly us all out on his dime. The bad news: our pilot and co-pilot will be Danny Carroll and Bernie Gesenhues. Take care. JM
Nathan J. Pallotta passed away suddenly June 26, son of J. Ward Pallotta. We offer our condolences to Ward and his family.
Got a nice phone call from Doug Webber. Didn’t understand a word he said — so I nonchalantly said, “Douggy – my memory is going SO fast would you mind jotting down a few notes so I could include this stuff in the column.” The note came, so I can pass on his news. Now you all remember Doug – he’s the guy from Jasper, IN, who had a very distinguished accent from … Jasper, IN. No one could understand him. He was a star student for Joe Miller in Public Address and Austin Freeley in Argumentation and Debate – he was the golden boy of the Speech Department. But nobody could understand a word he said. But he spoke with such homegrown resolve, energy and conviction that everyone thought – “he MUST be smart.” Doug was a big shot in the Student Union where his speeches were so passionate … but nobody could understand. He pledged the I Chis – they didn’t understand him, but he seemed so smart when he spoke, that they couldn’t cut him. (Instead they cut Don Farrell, Billy Doyle, Gregg Gianpetro, Timmy Manning, Ron Smith (who deserved to be cut) and yours truly. So now where is this modern day speech dyslexic Forest Gump? You got it – he’s a big shot! He’s deputy attorney general of Indiana. Seems they’re the only ones who could understand the Jasper accent — and they found out he reallyis smart. We knew it though, because he wrote our class column for ten years, before me (and after Dan Pierce). We also know he’s smart because his daughter is smart. His middle daughter, Kate, just got her doctorate in pathology from Case Western Reserve University, after tearing up the science department at Carroll. Doug and wife Margaret have two other daughters, ages 28 and 24. Doug, I’m sure will make it back to our 35th Reunion. If you see him, say “hi!” — then just nod and smile and listen on autopilot.
Also heard from Billy Petrovic – he too will be back to Reunion. But the question is – have you heard from Petrovic. Bill and a gang that includes Jimmy Peters, Mark Pacelli, Tom Czech, Linda Hurley, Elizabeth Brannigan Rock, and Vic Sossi have taken it upon themselves to call members of the class to get support for our class gift. If you can’t make it back to the Reunion please try to help out with the class gift.
Finally, I heard from Duff, Andrea Wasdovich’s husband and PR agent. Duff reports that Andrea has finished her third year as chief nursing officer at the Cleveland Clinic. Duff and Andi have been traveling lately: to Ireland, San Francisco, and down South. Andrea is just one of the stars of our class who have made great careers at the world renowned Cleveland Clinic – I know A.J. Cianflocco and Marty Schreiber have distinguished themselves and I know of Carroll grads from other classes who have done good work there, as well. As I look back on how we have done in 35 years it’s quite an accomplishment – starting with our Beaudry man Tim Russert and going through our class to people like Andrea, the lawyers, the priests (Fr. Sandy Ytsen), teachers and coaches and advisors and counselors, business people, proud mothers and fathers, and of course Doug Webber – who knows I tease. A better man, you can’t find. By the time you get this column it will be, like three days, before the Reunion. If you decided to come – I look forward to seeing you. If you decided not to – do something you haven’t done in a while – be spontaneous and pack up your car and head over to University Heights and surprise us. We’ll be the class in the Big Tent smiling, snapping photos, telling stories of past glory … and smoking Frankie P’s Cubans. Hope to see you in June. JM
Imagine this. It’s a Saturday morning. You’ve finished breakfast and are upstairs getting dressed. Then your daughter comes up and says, “Daddy, there’s a man here to see you.” “Who,” you wonder. “He says he’s a friend of yours from John Carroll.” Who the heck could it be, you think to yourself? So I made my way downstairs … and there he was. Mouse. (Mouse, of course, is Paul Magnotto – one of those guys like “Spook” and “Chico” and “Pildy Dildy” who, at graduation, you found had real names.) So Mouse – who looks no different than the day we left campus – was in town with his girlfriend. He works for the State of PA and still lives in the Sharon/Farrell area. He promised to make it back to the ’72 Reunion in June and will pay for everyone’s dinner if we join Bergy again on Friday night.
Got a lot of news from others coming back. Tom Perchan, for Phi Alpha Theta member, is living in Dayton and is area manager for Milcraft Paper Company. He and his wife, Jeannette, have two grown boys, Jeffrey and Kevin.
Chippas is the supervisor of cost accounting at AM General LLC in the Akron area and Jim Casserly and wife Kathy also has two. Jim, former AKPsi, got his MBA at the University of Cincinnati and is now a national account manager at Wal-Mart and lives, of course, in Bentonville, AK. Jim promised to bring a Wal-Mart semi packed with reunion favors. Others who have promised to make it back are Russert (he’s never missed), Anne Conway, Neil Conway, Mark Mulcahy, Bob Duffy, Jim Boland, Tom (Roto) Murray, Roger LeComte, and Captain Kahns, the ROTC guy. Jerome Swiantek also is making it back … he’s living in Mentor, OH, and is an industrial technician at PCC Airfoils LLC.
Also heard from Al Brickel who has opened the Cleveland Art Glass Center on Cedar Road. Al has 36 years as a glass artisan and has completed over 5000 art glass and restoration projects throughout Northeast Ohio. Al has promised Waterford Glass mementos to each of the returning alums for the June reunion.
Mike Gambatese is coming back. He and his wife, Charlyne, and college-age son and daughter, live in Solon where Mike is senior principal consultant at Oracle Inc.
Also heard from Bobby Patterson who lives in Cleveland Heights and is a professor at Cuyahoga Community College. Bob and wife Marilyn have two late twenties children. He plans on making it back. Others are Dave O’Brien, Tom Cavanagh, Tom Ryan, Patty Simoson Farrell and husband Donald, Rich Cisek, Bob Quart, Dennis Quilty, Fr. Bob Ytsen, Frank Maggio, Bob Harrington, Dennis Henson, Mike Mullen, and Otis, the guy from the cafeteria.
Got a note from Bob Longo. He’s been living California for five years – he and Suzy have a son who’s a senior at USF. Bob says he’s bumped into Marty Lindstrom in Balboa, and has been in close contact with Steve Pfander, who has also promised to make it back. And of course Bobby bumped into Jack Bertges at Mass one day and now they pal it around at the Bohemian Club in SF. (Note – Jack came to DC at Christmas time and he and I met for lunch. He actually bought!).
Also heard from our Hall of Famer Jim Peters – he promised to come back and had to cut his e-mail short to help his daughter (freshman at Miami U, with an English paper. Others coming back, Bob Agnone, Tim Franzinger, Bill Sixsmith, Steve Wainright, Bernie Gesenhues, Linda Heiss, Don Fisher, Frank Rambaldo, Jim Myers, John Meilinger, Holly and John Collins, and that guy who used to walk around the SAC Building dressed as the Grim Reaper. Well, I’m over the word limit but make sure you put Reunion (Friday, June 22 – Sunday, June 24, 2007) on your calendars. There are a lot of people who would like to see you make it back. See you there. JM
It wasn’t quite the cafeteria with Josie at the door, Hickey sneaking in the back door, Mullen sneaking in the side door and a horde of others coming through the kitchen, but I was able to have lunch recently with a couple of classmates. Jack Bertges and Craig Roach and I met in downtown Washington. Jack flew in from SF and Dr. Craig is a “local,” running his own energy consulting firm. We had a discussion on politics (Jack’s idea), a discussion on ordering food (Craig’s idea) and a discussion on whether or not Bertges would pick up the tab (my idea). Jack followed up with a note: “he heard Timothy R speak last week in SF” (assuming he meant Russert). He continues, “Tim R.” was here to raise money for St. Ignatius where his nephew attends. I had three minutes with him. He is one busy fellow and has much to be proud of. The crowd loved him.” (If you haven’t had a chance to hear Tim work a crowd it is amazing … in DC he told a story about Mary Matalin and James Carville that still makes me laugh.) Back to Jack: “Tom Joyce from Pittsburgh was in town last week. He travels for Mellon Bank and gets here every few weeks. The real surprise however was turning around in church two Sundays past and seeing Longo. He just moved to SF. His resumé is about eight pages longer than mine.” (I would think it a real surprise to see Longo in church too – if that’s what he meant). Finally he reminded me it (October 25) was Lindstrom’s birthday. Happy birthday to the old scrum half!
Donna Bowen Brown sent me her monthly “you better not miss the deadline for the class column” notes. I take her threats seriously. She also mentioned her brother John Bowen was on Jeopardy. I wrote back that I saw Russert on Meet the Press.
Ed Harrington wrote – I had lunch with him a few months back at the same DC restaurant where Roach, Jack and I met. Ed left Mercantile Bank and moved over to Old Line Bank, in Gaithersburg, MD. Job mobility at 56 years of age – I love it.
Eileen Burger White wrote to tell me she retired from Cooper Tire and Rubber Company after 25 years. So what did she do? Changed the tires on her car, drove out to Sun Valley, back to Findlay, OH, then off on a jet to Australia. She then sold her home, moved to Coldwater Lake in Michigan. (Retirement sounds like too much work for me.).
Finally, Larry Ray, Detroit correspondent: “returned from my visit to London with Frank Palamara. We went to his cottage in Stockbridge for a few days of fly-fishing on the River Test. And not surprisingly, he knows everyone in town. Yes, from the green grocer to the deli counter manager – they all know JFP … Then, on to Overstrand Mansions … saw quite a bit of London, then went on to Dublin to meet Laura and Mark Pacelli and other friends. We went to the Ryder Cup, then toured across Ireland. Visited Galway, Connemara, and stayed at a castle in Clifden. (Wonder if the castle he stayed at is bigger than Sir Francis’?
Also wonder, if Eileen Burger White had a castle, would it be Eileen Burger White’s Castle?).
Finally, heard from Slingin’ Sammy Morocco who has started a company called Patriot seating – they make ergonomic chairs and hire only military veterans. Check out their web site at patriotseating.com.
That’s it — Reunion in June — plan for it. Palamara is bringing the Cubans. Take care. JM
Had a great talk with our Gentleman Farmer/ Gentleman Jeweler Steve Wainright. Steve, as you may remember, was the sticky-handed pass-catching wide receiver on the Carroll football team. He returned home after graduation and after an exploration trip to South Africa’s diamond mines – where he found one of the richest diamond mines in the world – opened a store in hometown Beverly, OH and has made millions. Actually, I’m stretching the truth on the South Africa thing – but it makes good copy – especially since I have NO news from anyone (feeling rather rejected – no news from fraternity brothers, teammates, other fraternities, dormers, or day students – the only communication I get from classmates is from (Pat) Hogan hitting me up for money). Anyway, get this. Not only has Wainright doubled his empire, opening a second store, but he has expanded his gentlemanly pursuits by buying a Canadian fishing ranch … and he invites us all up there for a free trip AND he’s picking up the flights from wherever you fly from. Actually, kidding about the flights and free stay … but then this IS a fish story. Steve’s fishing camp is in Kipawa, Quebec and he is a partner with 15 others. I asked him if it was as luxurious as Sir Francis Palamara’s fishing cottage in the Midlands of England – replete with butler, Rolls Royce for transport from the sea plane, and a green grocer on site – but he said, “no, it’s rustic”. Now in my career training, I have learned to read between the lines and “rustic” reads as: outhouses, fires instead of stoves, screens instead of AC, and sharing beds with giant 6-legged creatures with wings. Anyway you’ve GOT to check it out. Go to WhiteBirchPoint.com. You’ll meet your guide General Yogi, a full blood Algonquin. Steve says it’s not a resort, it’s a camp – out in nature and the perfect place for pals to get together or for “dads to go with their sons”. He says they have walleyes bigger than … I can’t remember what, but remember, this is a fish story. He said the Indians love them, and the French hate them. Me, being married to a French woman, told him that the French hate the French, so not to worry. I asked if people go there in the winter. He laughed and said yeah, but it was colder than a welder’s rear end (for which I have NO frame of reference). Anyway, they cut holes in the ice to fish and bring the cut out blocks of ice to the fish house to keep the beer warm in the summer. It sounds like a great place – he’s never had JCU people up there. But after starting our lives in places like Dolan and Pacelli, how could it be any worse roughing it in Quebec? Steve and Christine have been married 36 years and he has three JCU kids – two daughters having graduated and now living in Pittsburgh, and Stevie, a senior at Carroll. He said, he thanks God college is almost over – I said my OLDEST is a sophomore in high school and I have a 4th grader. He sneered, and said I wouldn’t be able to afford his fishing camp for quite a while. Anyway, Steve has been an assistant football coach at a D-6 high school on a part time basis and sees (Tom) Narducci, who coaches a D-1 high school. Steve said Duch is LOVED by his players and his parents, but, as we all know, is only tolerated by his former Carroll classmatres. Steve said Bernie Gesenhues, the oldest pilot Northwest Airlines ever hired, is still flying and married a beautiful girl, and is living in Canton, OH. Occasionally Bernie will come down to Steve’s farm and – I am NOT making this up – they go rabbit hunting. When talking about next June’s reunion Steve listed Bill Sixsmith, Rich Cisek, Bob Harrington (who, according to Mr. Wainright was NOTHING before Steve and Dan Pierce got him into IBGs where he became “the university’s most hated referee) as missing in action and hopes they finally make it back.
Finally, on a serious note – I was so saddened to hear of the death of Howie Burgh ’70 after a brave fight with cancer. For those who knew him we will always remember his wicked wit, his great inner strength, and his absolute devotion to his friends and his fraternity brothers. Howie is smiling down on us all. Reunion – June 07 – make plans to show up – Bergy has promised another private dinner on Friday night, Weber and Gianpetro are talking about a two-man performance as MCs at the Saturday dinner, and Sir Francis Palamaras will be flying in on Freddie Laker’s jet, parking next to Russert’s NBC jet, and next to Bernie Gesenhues Northwest Airlines 747. I’m driving. Take care. JM
So you have a Scramble golf tournament coming up – you need a fourth – and wouldn’t it be great to get a real ringer to drive down your score and help you win, what? … a box of golf balls?! Well if that sits high on your priority list I’ve got a suggestion. Ed Harrington, no relation to Bob Harrington – Ken Sophie’s sweat-shop boss, might be the call to make. If you remember, Ed was captain of the JCU golf team. Following a brief stint in the Army, Ed turned his career from teaching kids how to shoot rifles to teaching old people how to shoot birdies. We had lunch in downtown DC (he paid) and he told me all about it. He started out as an assistant pro at Hunt Valley Golf Club, here in the DC area, then moved to Congressional – one of the top clubs in the country. But after several good years at Congressional, he chased his dream to Florida and became GM/head pro at a place called Jacaranda West CC, near St. Petersburg. Talking to Ed reminded me of the Marx Brothers movie “The Cocoanuts” — Groucho is Mr. Hammer, a Florida hotel owner trying to unload shoddy real estate on unsuspecting buyers, Chico is an “idle roomer,” and Harpo is his “silent partner.” Chico to Harpo: “Right now I’d do anything for money. I’d kill somebody for money. I’d kill you for money.” [Harpo looks crestfallen] Chico: “Ah, no. You’re my friend. I’d kill you for nothing.” [Harpo smiles]. Well it wasn’t that bad for Ed, but as he explained, his main job as GM is to keep the membership rolls “up.” Problem is, the young people live and work in Tampa and Ed was in St. Pete, where the young rich workers’ parents lived. Every time Ed would lock in a new member, another would die. So Ed did the smart thing – left Groucho, Chico, Harpo and the old people in Florida and came back up north and got into banking. He was with Greater Atlantic Bank, Sequoia Bank, and BB&T and is now senior VP and regional manager for James Monroe Bank. It was great running into Ed for three reasons: to catch up, to get free chow, and to get 381 words for a column where I had no news from anyone in the class. Sir Francis must be out on the moors, Bertges is holed up in Lindstrom’s pub, Russert must be at the Cape, it’s BBQ time so Bergy and Hogan are probably hosting Lake Michigan beach parties (to which I have never been invited!), Quilty’s teaching Peggy to drive before next year’s reunion … and everyone else is just getting older and checking out memberships at Jacaranda West CC (wonder if things are any better at Jacaranda East CC?). I did hear from two underclassmen
Dave ’74 Robinson and Molly ’75 wrote – Molly was awarded the JCU Alumni Medal for all the work she has done for the university. Young Dave is regional marketing and sales director for Presbyterian Villages outside of Detroit. So those of you who are looking for a place after retirement, see Robby.
Also heard from Ray Zammit ’73 … he’s operating his own business, an industrial laundry business, outside of Toledo, has two daughters, the same wife (Toni – 25 year anniversary coming up), and says, “I am still short. I play golf in the summer. And I referee wrestling in the winter.” That’s it for this issue. All I can say is, if I could’a “stretched”’ my writing projects at Carroll like I stretched this thing, I would’a had a great future behind me. Take a minute and send me something … anything … and remember: I accept myth, fabrications, innuendo, and outright lies. Take care, JM
Only 595 words to go … got very little news to report, sports fans … a note from Mulkeen, a news release about one of the nicest guys in our class, an old “Google” sighting on Lindstrom, news from an old married couple from the classes in front and behind us, and the usual letter that begins with “You probably don’t remember me, but…” Let me say this one more time. I remember everybody … but I was thrown by this one. The letter begins: “You probably don’t remember me, but I’m the tall slender fellow that spoke at the 20th reunion.” After getting my thoughts together — I had to think whether we’ve HAD our twentieth reunion. “Yes, of course.” Then I thought back to that night … wasn’t Gregg “get me the step stool ‘cause I have something to say” Gianpetro the MC that night? Yep … the letter was from him. He’s been stationed in Minneapolis for, like twenty years. Figure the cold’s getting to him … delusional, you know. Anyway, he complains that all I ever write about is about people from Cleveland, Chicago … London, so he decided to write. Reported that Tim Franzinger and wife Clare came up to watch the Minnesota/OSU football game. Tim’s son plays fullback for OSU. 6’2” and 245 pounds – which is exactly like his father (with Gianpetro on his back) and runs the 40 in “about 3.2, according to Peeps. Gregg held court and regaled the Zinger’s with a story about Gianni Rubino, an immigrant Italian – a story that Gregg may share with us in June ’07 (a perfect follow up to the “handicapped facilities” story. Gregg writes that he’s been “…happily married for 31 years – 15 of the best years of his life” – and wonders if Ellen Wasmer ’73 still thinks about him. (Note: Gregg, find shelter from the cold!)
Now, for the news from Cleveland, Chicago and London. First, Sir Francis Palamara – googled Marty Lindstrom and found that he helped save a life. Seems there was a car accident, and a witness called 911. After five minutes there was no response, so they called Marty, who runs a pub next to the rescue squad. The rescue workers reported,” …Marty, the bartender from the Balboa, ran down the street and told us there was an accident and to hurry …” Cheers Marty. Now news of another Marty – our Hall of Fame soccer star Marty Schreiber – has been named chairman of the Cleveland Clinic’s Department of Nephrology and Hypertension. He’s heading up a team of 70 that was ranked sixth in the world by U.S. News. In 2004 Marty was featured as one of the “Top Doctors in Ohio” by Cleveland magazine.
Mike Mulkeen wrote … sent me a 16 word e-mail mentioning Mike ’71 and Nancy ’73 Faems are moving to Jackson Hole, WY. I’ve heard Mulkeen call out more words at the line of scrimmage … but brief is better than none at all. Well Mike, I have my own West Coast sources and heard the same news – but from Mike and Nancy. They e-mailed me to see if I could help their son Matt get a job. “Sure, Mike … what’s he been doing?” Mike wrote back, “He graduated two years ago from Duke University, and has made his living as a professional poker player, both online and in casinos. He’s now interested in something more mainstream.” So I thought to myself, “more mainstream. What’s that mean? Roulette?” But Mike went on that he liked D.C. and wanted a job in, maybe real estate. Had son Matt over — he’s a great kid — looks like Mike (everyone has a cross to bear) and is very bright. Like most of us after finishing college he’s played around and now it’s time for him to settle down – sound like any of your third children? Anyway, Mike continues: “As to Nancy and me, we are out in Jackson Hole now. We’re establishing residency here, though we’ll keep a small place in Glenview for family and friend visits. My contract was up with my last agency in August of ’04 … and I didn’t want 10 more years of advertising. I gave myself a year to figure out what to do next. When that was up, I gave myself another year. I have six months left. Until then, I’ll continue being the world’s oldest ski bum, and amateur race car driver. Nancy is doing great, and loves doting on our two granddaughters. Who’d a thunk we’d be grandparents? We see Don ’70 and Donna (Bowen) Brown, Howie Burgh ’70, and the Wackeys (Jim ’71 and Laura ’73 Mackey) a lot; Harky (Pat Herald ’69), Soph (Ken Sophie), Sandrick (Ed ’70), Spike (Mike Mulkeen) and Hags (John Hagerty ’71) fairly regularly; and (Bill) Sixsmith, (Rich) Cisek occasionally and Cavy (Tom Cavanagh) and Bergey (no real names needed) at Bergey’s annual poker tournament.” Thanks for the note, Mike and may it snow in the summer out there! That’s it for this time. Send gossip. Take care, JM
Last time, I reported that I was to visit Sir Francis Palamara in London at his Overstrand Mansions digs. I did – and let me tell you, once you get past his personal assistant, butler, and chauffeur and take a seat in his library, complete with a Cuban cigar and a snifter of the best brandy this Detroit schoolboy ever had – it proves to be quite an enjoyable experience. Frankie was great. He greeted me in his silk lined evening jacket (thought the cravat was a bit much, but, being a graceful visitor, I didn’t comment) and was very warm in his welcome. Told me about the buying selling wheeling dealing of life in “The City” (London’s financial district for those of you like Mark Pacelli who don’t deal in soybean futures). He’s doing very well. We “chatted” then jumped in his vintage Astin-Martin and drove to his 14 bedroom “cottage” in the country – catching six pound rainbow trout, smoking more Cubans and, by now, drinking the brandy right out of the bottle … (Pardon the interruption … EDITOR: John. Is ANY of this true? JOHN: Yes, I met him in England this summer. EDITOR: And … ? JOHN: I made the rest up. Actually I DID meet him at his office in “the City” and we went across the street and had a nice lunch and he picked up the tab – refusing my offer until – and I quote – “you pick up the next one. It’ll be much bigger.” EDITOR: So what’s with the hyperbole? JOHN: What’s hyperbole? EDITOR: Can you return to your column? JOHN: OK. I’ll get back on track but I’m just trying to stretch this stuff because nobody has written). Anyway, Frank said “Hi” to everyone and hopes to see you all at Reunion ’07.
Got a nice note from Judge Anne Conway. “Her Honor” writes from Florida – where her court is one of the busiest and most productive in the nation. Anne and her daughters spent a month in Peru doing volunteer work this past summer at a home for sick and destitute children. Anne’s “job” was to entertain the babies (for which she had great training at JCU) and she recommends the trip to anyone interested in helping others and opening up their world to the cruel reality others face. Check it out at villalapazfoundation.org. Anne’s two daughters are slackers – Carolyn graduated from Duke and is now in med school and Nell is graduating from Duke this year and will then go to law school – or barrister school as they say in England (EDITOR: Stop with the England stuff!) Anne says “hi” and hopes to see you all at Reunion 2007 (along with Frank, of course)
Also got a nice note from Tom Hill, after writing about how he and Molly starred in the Western Reserve Junior Service League’s charity musical “Isle Show You the Beach.” He reminded me that the GDIs won the IM championship in football, not basketball as I had reported. (Tom – like I care about the facts. I’ve given up on winning the Pulitzer for this column long ago
Finally, though I haven’t heard from too many of you I did hear from Betty Dabrowski, with some bad news. Betty let me know that out classmate Peter Maxymiv passed away recently. Peter was a great guy and I will always remember how kind he was. According to Betty “he was devoted to Scouting with his sons and several of his awards were displayed at his wake. Pete was a pharmacist and mentored pharmacy students in the greater Cleveland area. His mother remembered how every Sunday for the last ten years Pete would pick her up, take her to Mass, then take her to his house for lunch with his family.” Betty writes “he was a good son, a good father and husband, a good classmate.” Our prayers are with you Pete. … Take care, JM
Remember that famous “TV moment” when our own TJ Russert appeared on NBC’s “Homicide” … as himself? As far as I know, and I checked with the Ellis Sports Bureau on this, no one has made as big a splash on a stage as our Beaudry Guy (not counting police line-ups, of course). Until now. Our own Tom Hill, better remembered as the stud basketball player (and dad of the recent Carroll hoops star) who led the GDI’s to the University Intramural Basketball Championships, has developed a “softer” side. Our Cleveland bureau correspondent, Neil Conway, paid his money and saw young Tom and his wife, Molly, starring in the Western Reserve Junior Service League’s charity musical “Isle Show You the Beach.” Reporter Conway reports that the show is “a hilarious rewrite of Gilligan’s Island combined with the lighter side of Treasure Island, where two competing cruise lines monopolize a paradise retreat invaded by modern pirates. In one scene, Tom mercilessly forces Molly to walk the plank into shark infested waters – later redeeming himself by leading the hapless, united entourage in a chorus so brilliant it calms the volcano god – saving all from perishing.” Neil reports that this annual event raises “a fortune” for local charities in Lake County … so a well done to Tom and Molly … and no, I did not make this up. Neil saw the show on an off weekend from hockey – he’s got two squirts, one in high school, at Lake Catholic, and a daughter who plays college hockey in Canada, eh?
I’m going over the pond to visit Sir Francis Palamara in London at his Overstrand Mansions digs. Tried to get an invite to “the cottage” but it just didn’t work out. My son is playing in London and Scotland on a soccer tour and I thought I’d relive two old rugby tours to London, and join him. I’m having lunch with Frankie in “the City,” Londonspeak for the financial district, or as we prefer to call it, Frankie’s “turf.” Frankie then leaves right away for some fly-fishing in the Highlands. Let me make this clear – in following the orders of Donna Bowen Brown who gave me this thankless job with – first — instructions never to miss a column and – second – to “GET IT RIGHT,” I’m going to London to see for myself if all this royal Sir Francis at Overstrand Mansions stuff is true. If it’s not, by God, Palamara, you will be exposed! Oh by the way Frank, Happy co-birthday to your folks for hitting the big 8-0.
Larry Ray sent around a note asking some Carroll people to send their greetings to the Palamaras and Frank’s parents were – first — overwhelmed at the sheer number of good wishes, and – second — impressed that Frank has a LOT of friends. (438 words – 162 left – Please write with some news!). Please write, except J. Ward Pallotta, he doesn’t need to, because I got a note that he is continuing his mission with the Lutheran Metropolitan Ministry and was just awarded the President’s Award by the Association of Lutheran Development Executives for outstanding service. Good work Ward! Well that’s it. (This column is sponsored by Closet-Stretchers). Until next time – Take Care. JM
Showin’ me the love … seven letters/e-mails bringing me news from around the country – names like Mulkeen, Sophie, Sandrick ’70, Faems ’71, Burgh ’70, Ahern ’70, Bertges, Robinson ’74, the Browns, Ray and Gerbig, Fr. Sandy, Ropar, Dwyer ’74 make the headlines. Not all from our class, but what the heck, I’m an equal opportunity columnist. Where to start? Let’s go to Grosse Pointe, MI. Larry Ray writes that Bergy and Mark Pacelli came out for last summer’s Ryder Cup – and Frank (you can read about him in Russert’s book) Gerbig joined them. Larry is still keeping our cars together – he sells fasteners and screws and flat cold rolled steel products to the auto industry. Larry’s big news was the ’72 gathering at the ND/BC football game last fall, which was corroborated by a John Collins e-mail. Collins is now living back in his native Rhode Island and wrote to apologize for my fellow classmates having “hung me out to dry” on news and correspondence. So he took it upon himself to write. He said that “he, Russert and Pat Hogan were pleased with BC’s upset of ND, as they all have kids there.” John said the group moved the next day to Michigan City and that the Hogans hosted a “wonderful brunch on Sunday after Fr. Sandy said Mass.” Collins mentioned that the one glaring no-show was Dennis Quilty – who, “for some reason chose to see the BoSox in the World Series instead.” Dave Robinson – my ’75 correspondent – wrote. He’s got kids all over America – a daughter in NY working for JA, a son who’s the diving trainer at U of Michigan, a son at Fordham, another son in a band (check it out at fourdeepmusic.com), and wife Molly Gibbons Robinson ’75 who is president of the Detroit Christ Child Society. Robby is a 25-year vet of the telecom world and is consulting now. He saw Ropar at JCU and writes that Ropes spent a week in Immokalee, FL, working with immigrant Mexican, Haitian, and Guatemalan immigrants. Ropes also plans to go to Ecuador for the fifth year in a row to work with the poor (where he got great training living in Dolan Hall as a freshman). Robby said Ropes is in the 2nd year of a two-year program on Ignatian spirituality – according to Ropar “it’s a long way from Roses farm.” Robbie also writes that Terry Dwyer ’74 is COO at Columbia House Records in Terra Haute, IN, and that he saw Tim Franzinger at a wake in Cleveland. (Sorry, I’ve got to stop here. Are any of you having trouble with Zinger, the guy with the funniest laugh in the world … at a wake?!) Back to the news. Zinger is coaching track at St. Ignatius, where I’m sure he’s grooming state title winners like he did at Rhodes HS before.
I heard from Mike Mulkeen – not once, but twice. Mike left Kodak – I guess they ran out of film and wanted to transfer him back to Rochester. So now he’s a marketing consultant in Chicago. He saw Bill Sixsmith at a party at Ed Sandrick’s ’70 house – seems Sixy was on the development team at International Truck that brought that 7-ton $93,000 monster – the CTX – to production. (Can see the suburban soccer families snapping these babies up as a bigger/better SUV.). Said Sixy looks the same – which made me wonder if he still has that thing on the bridge of his nose from his football helmet hitting it. Also present at Sandrick’s: the Faems, Sophies, Browns, Heralds ’69, Aherns ’70, Burghs, and Pat Condon ’70, as usual, flying solo. Rich Butterly writes that he is twice a granddad with number three on the way. How would you like to have a grandfather who’s a dentist – not much candy and you gotta open your mouth and say “ahhhh” every time you see the guy). One of Rich and Candey’s kids is a pediatrician, another got her Ph.D. at Duke’s William Doyle School of Accounting, and their youngest is at Marquette. Rich said he ran into Pacelli, Maggio, Hogan, Quilty, and Russert at a Cubs game. Oh, which reminds me – I’m not much of a TV guy, but did anyone see that our own Tim Russert was on Meet the Press last Sunday? And Jack Bertges wasn’t devoting enough time as my West Coast correspondent so he graciously quit his job and got one with a lighter workload at Bank of the West. And Polly Hackett-Morey is working as a freelance writer in Akron.
Well, I’m overdrawn at the “word” bank so I gotta call it quits. Keep those letters coming. Take care, JM
Granny and Grandpa Brown. Know them? Granny, better known to many as Donna Bowen Brown, and Gramps, better known as Don “BMOC QB and football captain” Brown ’70 (who, I was told recently by an old teammate, had a fabulous arm but ran like a grandfather even back then) hit the “Daily Double.” Twin boys Michael Donald and James Daniel trotted onto the field of life on November 20 – sons of Megan and Don Mazucca. Remember that great TV ad where a 40ish couple is examining a piece of mail and the wife says, “Mom and Dad have missed their payment on their electric bill.” Smash cut to a fun-loving 70ish couple riding top-down in a convertible whooping and hollering as they made their way across the country? That’s Don and Donna – they sold their house of 20 years in Ashland, IL, and bought a “town” house in N. Evanston — PARTY at the Browns!!!!. So daughter Maura hears the news and moves jobs (from Accenture to Crate and Barrel) and moves from Roscoe Village to Lincoln Park. And the new Mazucca family moves from Scottsdale to Chandler, AZ, to accompany the new brood. Finally, Maura announces her engagement. Other than that — nothing going on with the Browns.
Heard from Jack Bertges – he was in D.C. and did not call. But he wanted to let me know he visited Erie, Pittsburgh and Richmond too. (Jack knows how to pick travel spots, huh?). He saw B.J. Lechner ’69 and saw Tom Joyce, in Pittsburgh. Jack reports that Tom’s daughter is a junior pre-med at JCU and that Tom is at Mellon Bank.
Charlie Carroll and his wife Mary Beth ’73 were out to SF to visit Charlie’s daughter who is with a “prestigious” SF law firm. Gonna remember that. Charlie’s other daughter is a doctor. Wonder if the girls will buy mom and dad a swinging “townhouse” next to the Browns in Illinois?
Also heard from Barb Byers. She’s still trying to get over the 1200 trees her neighborhood lost from last year’s hurricanes. The Byers are living off the Disney largess — Barb is working at Animal Kingdom and son John Patrick works at Splash Mountain. He is a junior at U Central Florida and is taking Hospitality Management classes. Must be fun working at Disney. But imagine the friends coming down. The Byers say, “So, what’ cha want to do?” The guests say, “Hey, we’re here in Orlando … howza ’bout a visit to Disney World.”
Finally, I heard from J. Ward Pallotta. He writes that after 15 years in the ad business he jumped over to do Church work (Faems, Albrecht and Howe, take note. There is still time.) Ward has been the director of development for the Lutheran Metropolitan Ministries for the last 18 years (and claims his education sequence would make sense to any Jesuit educated reader.) Ward recently came back to campus and visited the new Dolan Center, which Ward remembers sits exactly on the spot where he “Connors, Muller, Zenisek, and Deering drank beer.” Ward: newsflash. We had a rathskellar. Anyway, Ward looked up Bill Petrovic on the internet – a Petrovic living in King City, CA. He called the number and left a birthday song on their answering machine. He hopes he had the right Bill Petrovic. Ward got to thinking about how he and Bill shared the bus to St. Ignatius and to Carroll and remembers how, when kids, they “prowled the forest” near Richmond and Green and started a campfire that soon got out of control. Ward ran for water but when he returned Petrovic had beaten the fire with his jacket. So they escaped trouble from the police, but I can hear Petrovic going home and his mom, smelling the jacket, and asking if he’d been “smoking.” Uh, no … I was putting out a fire. Grounded. That’s it, and I apologize. This column has more stretch than a Lincoln limo. Please – send news. Take care, JM
Please don’t accuse me of “going to the well” too often but I talked to Frank Palamara recently. Sure, we talked a little Anglo-American politics but Frankie proved again he simply has too much time on his hands. Remember in the last column how Frank recommended a trip to the Framely Examiner Web site? Well his new favorite cyber place is DullMen.Com. The Dull Men’s Club whose motto is “It’s OK to be dull” is a new passion of Frank’s. Seems Frank met the founder of the Club, who also serves as the group’s vice-president. Frank asked him,” if you are the founder of the club, why are you only a vice-president?” “Because in the Dull Men’s Club,” he answered, “it’s as high as you can go.” Check out the site at DullMen.com – right now they are conducting a pretty interesting survey from members reporting from airports around the world on “which way the baggage carousel turns.” Frank is betting on “counter-clockwise” being the most popular. Am I short on news this month? Yes I am. … So I called Jack Bertges out on the Coast. Jack said Bill and Kathy Petrovic and their son (who Jack says is smarter than his dad) came out to visit. Jack called the Petrovics perfect guests “because they picked up the tab,” which makes me wonder why I pick up the tab when Jack visits Washington. … Dr. Marty Schreiber visited Jack while attending a kidney seminar in SF (many members of our class should take note of Marty’s specialty). Jack said Marty spent 13 weeks in United Arab Emirates preparing a member of the royal family for a kidney transplant. No mention by Jack whether Marty picked up the tab at dinner. Jack expects Mark Pacelli to come out this fall because “soybean futures are up.” Hmm. Jack recently had dinner with Marty Lindstrom (where you know Jack picked up the tab) and ran into Tim Russert at a SF book signing … say, did’ja know Tim wrote a book? … I decided to check in with Chicago and talked with Donna Brown. She reports that her daughter will soon be delivering twin boys … which make Donna Bowen Brown a grandmother. And she says Nancy Faems ’73 is twice a grandmother! Mike Faems ’71 I can see as a grandfather … he hasn’t had hair since his IXY initiation … but Nancy? Tom Hill writes from Ohio and told me he traveled to Salem, VA to watch JCU in the NCAA Division III basketball tourney, where Carroll finished third. He talks with Bob Sidow occasionally, Bob still serving in the FBI in Frederick, MD. Leanne Rozman writes and, I’m getting real tired of this, reports that she is soon to become a … grandmother. (Guys, think for a moment how many grandmothers you once dated). Leanne’s youngest just graduated from Carroll and is at Case Western for a doctoral program for nursing. … Which I guess means that when she graduates she’ll be a doctor nurse.
Finally Tom Czech reports he lives in Hartville, OH, and is with the Medina Housing Authority. He has four kids. No mention of grandkids. … 529 words at this point – can’t go any further. Hey howz’about sending some news so I don’t have to STRETCH two Alumni Office notices and a call to London. Send me an e-mail … and don’t forget to check out DullMen.com. Take care, JM
I may be getting ahead of myself here but I have some possible help for Tim (What the heck has he been up to?) Russert’s new book. Well, I’m not sure if Tim even has plans for a new book but since he hit the top of the charts with “Big Russ and Me” I think he should get busy. Here’s my thought, Tim. I spoke with Spook (10 bucks to the first one who can tell either his real first or last name) and Russert’s name came up. Spook says, “you know he was even balanced in college. He was objective.” Then I get a call from overseas – it’s Lord Francis Palamara calling from Overstrand Mansions. He starts talking about Russert’s book (I was surprised that they already have had it translated in England) and he says, “Everyone on TV wants to tell you what THEY think. I want to know what Russert thinks!” So I’m thinking – this is real dust jacket material. Who needs Mary Matalin and Carville. Go with Spook and Frankie. By the way anyone notice the one JCU name in “Big Russ and Me.” It was the only guy at Carroll bigger than Big Russ — Frank (Nitti) Gerbig, of course. Anyway, Spook’s name of course is Dave Sobash from Sharon, PA and points east in New York City. Spook is self-employed and is in “interior wall design” working in the fashionable parts of New York City. His daughter just got a job in TV sales at WTTG-TV here in Washington, DC and is living in Georgetown … back to England. So Frankie and I get talking. I tell him about how the Class of ’69 has a group of twenty guys – names like Cummins, Kennedy, Brennan, Chenet, Mercer, Gleason, Herald, Grim, Magulick, Fondu, Jerry Mackey and others – and other occasional deadbeat hangers-on like Faems ’71 and Jim Mackey ’71 – get together every year for like the past twenty years at places in the Carolinas. And he says, “hey, why don’t we do that!?” So some of you may have gotten an e-mail about setting up a trip to San Francisco, or Chicago, or DC or even London (where we all can stay in Frankie’s manse). Chicago seems to be winning out. We’ll keep you posted.
Big news in DC. Many of you remember Don Korb ’70 … he was two years ahead of us and was a stud varsity wrestler. Now those of you who don’t remember him, may want to pretend like they do. Don was sworn in as the chief counsel of the IRS. It’s true, I was there – along with Dennis Winchester ’70, Pat Condon ’70, Gerry Grim ’69, Craig Roach, Ed Staunton ’74, Tim Donahue ’70 and others. We had a nice time at the swearing-in at the Treasury Department then went to the Willard Hotel where they had the beer. Don, of course drank water – not sure if it was respect for his new position or if he was still trying to “make weight.” Anyway I spent some quality time with Don, told him how proud I was that we are fraternity brothers for life, and would he mind helping me out of a little tax situation I have with “his people over there at the IRS.” I got an e-mail from Gregg Gianpetro and he was disappointed “Korby did not mention the enormous influence he (Gregg) had on him as his fraternity ‘little brother’.” (Peeps, flattery will get you nowhere.) Anyway Peeps has got a new business going and wants me to let everyone know he can be found at Medidiangolf.com. Go online and check it out. Peeps, I’m sure, will pass on big discounts — of like 75% — to his John Carroll friends just for having mentioned this ad. Peeps also mentioned that he tried to get on the Web site Frank Palamara suggested in the last column and “He couldn’t figure out what’s up.” That’s the beauty of it Peeps. Nobody can figure out the guy since he moved to England – calls himself Lord – watches the telly – walks around London like Winston (his mother-in law was a Palamara) Churchill. I mean he just e-mailed me an “alternative to boring father’s day presents – it’s www.sticktoffeepudding.com where “customers wanting puddings sent to relatives in the USA are therefore to be notified as puds are perishable and will not travel well from the UK.” Now what the heck does that mean?
Well that’s it for now – write, and take care. JM
So Tom Ryan becomes a grandfather and does what any one of us born in the Age of Aquarius would do — he goes out and buys himself a Suzuki 1500cc motorcycle. So if you are passing through the Pittsburgh area on the Pennsylvania Turnpike this summer and see a madman biker weaving in and out — it’s TR. Tom tells me he has another grandchild on the way. Is it just me or are you confused at hearing that guys like Ryan are actually a GRANDparent. How many of you have joined this elite club? My oldest is 13 – if he’s like me and marries at 38 I figure I’m a GP in the year 2031. Tom is still living in Sewickly, PA and is selling multimedia products all over the world. His kids are all lawyers — this, I figure, to keep him out of trouble. He gets to Chi town to see Bergy and the boys on occasion and promises at our next reunion in 2007 he will spend more than the 20 minutes he spent at the last one (after beating Bergy, Maggio, and Hoganon the golf course — talk about small feats!)
Got an e-mail from Mike Otto – he is planning on coming to D.C. for the dedication of the WW2 Memorial. I asked, “Did your Dad serve?” He says, “No, but for the last three years I’ve been meeting two WW2 vets at the Public Market on Saturdays – we have our first cuppa coffee with a little Crown Royal around at 8, then head out and buy our fruits and veggies. Then we sit down and talk about the Depression and the war.” Can you see Otto doing this? Just like him – and I bet on the other coast Marty Lindstrom is doing the same thing from a park bench at Fisherman’s Wharf
Speaking of SF, I got a call from my West Coast correspondent Jack Bertges, who stopped into the Nation’s Capitol, in March – but I was in Florida with the family offering golf balls to the water gods at the TPC at Sawgrass. Jack promises to be back
Got an e-mail from Myra (Stone) Bunin who wrote from Lutz, FL. Myra picked up a master’s in Education from Carroll then went on to get a law degree in 1990.
And of course I heard from Lord Francis Palamara from over the pond. Want some fun? Check this out www.framelyexaminer.com/pages/index/html. Frank mentions it is one of the best newspapers ever, and recommends you check out the classifieds. Now for those of you who don’t know – and this according to his Lordship – “Framely is in Over Wallop, near where I fish. It is roughly between Finkley Down and Thrushmork, Moulton, not too far from Stonehenge. It’s not on the map. It’s where the map folds; it gets rubbed off.” Gawd, I miss Frankie. Think I’ll take a jet over to his manse at Overstand Mansions, sit in his drawing room, sip a cup of tea, share a cigar with the old boy, tell stories, then head to his club for a late lunch and champagne
Finally, there was a tribute to Steve Burchyns at Carroll recently. Steve, as reported recently, had died of cancer last year. Steve’s brother Ray ’68 set up a scholarship in Steve’s name. Jim Paskert was there and remembered Steve as “a young man who knew what he believed in but, despite his size, influenced others not through force, but by example.” The director of the Diplomatic Security Service spoke and said of Steve, “He was a sharing thoughtful man who left an indelible mark on the DSS.” Steve served 28 years in the DSS at posts all over the world — from Washington to Abu Dhabi — and conducted international investigations on smuggling, organized crime, espionage, and terrorism. As his brother Ray said, “He worked with integrity, with honor, with decency, with humor – always with humor – and without – I won’t say without fear, but I will say without the fear that would stop most people from doing the job. As a result we, the rest of us who don’t have that life, have an opportunity to write our own American story.” We lost a hero when we lost Steve … and now I think I know better why TR bought that bike. Take care — and write. JM
Man, are things changing. Getting wedding announcements – not for classmates, but for their children. My old pal Mark Mulcahy announced the wedding of his son, Neil, to Wioletta Spirydowicz, who I believe is a native of Eastern Europe. (Ya’ think?) Mark sent a wedding picture. His new daughter-in-law is tall and stunning. His son … looked like him, large smile, medium height, and very short in the hair department. Matter of fact I saw a picture of Mark and his wonderful wife, Nancy. Mark is no longer “short in the hair department.” We just won’t talk about it. Been many years since I’ve seen him but I’m told he is slave labor to Dennis Winchester ’70 and the rest of the 39 Winchester brothers who went to Carroll, were I Chis, and now make all the concrete in America through their company, QUIKRETE. Congratulations to Mark on the wedding
We also heard that Marty Swiatkowski married off his son David ’02 recently to the former Shannon Cramer (also ’02). Marty and wife, Carol, celebrated their 30th this year and Marty keeps busy twice a week playing volleyball. David works at CitFinancial in Euclid and Shannon is in grad school at CWRU.
Heard from Barb Vercek. Barb moved to the Orlando area after her son moved out to go to The U of Central Florida. (Make sure you send your son your new address, Barb). Now, if you live in Orlando, where do you work? Only one place right? You got it. Barb has been working in the costume shop at the Animal Kingdom and her son worked all summer on the Splash Mountain ride. (That should have made him ready for college.)
Heard from the illustrious Tom Ryan – got a voice-message and haven’t returned his call but learned he was going to the Rose Bowl to watch his brother Casey’s son play for Michigan. Casey, you may remember, played at Notre Dame — a big football school in Indiana — whose rear ends we kicked regularly in wrestling and rugby. The results of the Rose Bowl game were not favorable but I’m sure the Ryan clan left their mark in Southern CA. I’ll get with Tom and report back for the next one.
Jeff Rogo wrote to say he has made a donation to the Steve Burchyns scholarship fund, set up last year to honor our classmate Steve, who died of cancer. Jeff also lost his wife to cancer last year so he wanted to be sure to contribute. Jeff has just taken a six month sabbatical. He went off to Italy for a six week trip. For two of those weeks he is going to teach English at a little school in the Puglia region (for everyone else in the class, except for Frank “The English Paisa no” Palamara, the Puglia region is “the boot”). From there Jeff is off to a six week volunteer assignment in Armenia, where the International Executive Service Corps has asked Jeff to report on the performance of non-government organizations there.
Got a Christmas card from Neil Conway – he’s turned into a real hockey dad. His sons all play, but his daughter is a star – she’s playing juniors in Montreal as a goaltender. Watch for her in the Winter Olympics … and after the U.S. wins the gold, she’ll take off her mask, wrap a flag around her neck, and look up in the stands for “her Dad,” a la Jim Craig. Neil will be the guy in the stands wearing kilts and juggling a rugby ball.
OK sports fans – our erstwhile editor Jerry Pockar is holding me to the New Year’s resolution he made for me – 600 words. Send news … and take care. JM
This from John Ropar. “Hello John. I just finished another of your great columns. The usual suberb stuff. It’s always great to get the Journal. The first thing I go to is your stuff.” Now remember, this is Dr. John Ropar, Ph.D. Can you believe he would stoop to such shameless bootlicking to get me print stuff about him? And of course it worked. That’s why he’s a doctor of psychology. Ropes writes and this stopped me in my tracks – that he has spent the last year as the acting dean of students. He had to be “acting” – can you imagine anyone in our class as dean of students? But hats off to Ropes – and here’s your payoff John – he has become quite a star at JCU as a teacher and as the driving force behind an intensive alchohol abuse educational effort at Carroll. … Ropes writes that Jim Kristoff was in town as guest of the JCU Entrepreneurs Association. (Jim, who by the way, has really let himself go … must have gained a pound since he wrestled and I bet he can no longer bench 350!) Jimmy is president of Metrolight Studios in Hollywood, and as a shameless attempt on my part for him to get me into the movies, is our class’ only Oscar winner – for creating animation for the film Total Recall. Jim spoke to the business group, and later to a business class. Ropes had dinner before the speech and notes Jim is only a little grayer and hasn’t changed a bit.
Ropar’s name also came up in an e-mail from James Mackey ’71. I began my last column with the opening line from Brian MacDonald’s e-mail to me “You probably don’t remember me …”. And I wrote that I remember everyone. But Mackey?… no, doesn’t ring a bell. Anyway Mr. Mackey I will pass on to your class rep – the Costellos – your news. Get this – Mackey opens his e-mail with “my wife Laura (I do remember her) reads your column and loves it”. More bootlicking. He goes on to write that he and Ropar do a seminar together every year – Mackey’s portion (he’s a lawyer) is on tax issues and Ropar’s is “a wonderful presentation on substance abuse”. I must have gotten too many Cs at Carroll – I’m having a real problem seeing how these two subjects go together outside of a Michael Lewis book. Laura wonders how “Pat Hoak could be a mayor?” and Mackey writes that Doc Aggers ’71 is fine and that he saw Mike Faems ’71, Howie Burgh ’70, Don ‘70 and Donna Brown, Mike Walsdorf ’71, Tom Gibbons ’66, and cousin Jerry Mackey ’69 at Mackey’s son’s wedding in Chicago. They have another son getting married in Cleveland this summer (send my invite early, the summer’s booking up) and then his son and new wife will be coming to DC for grad school at George Mason University. The Mackey’s have a son graduating from Duquense with an accounting degree – a Mackey in accounting is very difficult to imagine – and they have a daughter entering her sophomore year at Carroll.
There have been Russert sightings all over the Midwest. Tom Eisele writes that Tim was his daughter’s commencement speaker last year at Notre Dame. He also writes that every summer the Eisele’s join the Webers, Connaughtons, Farrells, Hogans, Maggios, Duffys, Cavanaghs and Fr. Sandy Ytsen at Bergy’s summer manse on Lake Michigan. Of course Tom left no news on himself – write and fill me in Tom, or I’ll call Bergy and Maggio and get their version of your life. Patty Farrell wrote to tell me a whole group – assembled by (who else?) Bergy – met at the Cubs game, then Schuba’s, to welcome Russert to Chi-town for a speech. Besides Bergy and Susie, there were Therese Lysaught, Collette and Jimmy O’Brien ’71, Mary Ann Ahern, Larry Ray and brother Dick ’70, Mark Pacelli, Fr. Bob, Billl Burke ’73, and the Farrells. Big news is that Don Farrell Sr. was named President of Our Lady of Perpetual Help Men’s Club and that Don Jr. and his Loyola HS teammates won the Illinois state lacrosse chamionship for the 7th time. Young Don will be heading to Ohio to play lax for Dennison, or is Ohio Weslyan? … a senior moment – I forgot. I am sure of this, the Farrell’s have daughter Emily graduating with a B.S. in Nursing from Loyola Chicago and daughter Collen graduating from Boston College. Anyway, that’s it for this time. Slim pickin’s. Send news – or we may have to consider “wacky summer vacation stories”. Take care. JM
The e-mail started out, “You probably don’t remember me but … ” Hold on! I remember everything … if I don’t, I call in the relief: Sir Francis, West Coast Jack Bergy Bertges, Neil Conway, Donna “You Better Never Miss A Column” Bowen Brown, or any other number of hired help. Anyway, here’s a clue to the mystery e-mailer. He continued on, explaining why I might not remember him, “…because my stays at JCU were interrupted by involuntary vacations at the request of the dean.” Okay. That narrows it down to about 30 people. Let’s cut to the chase — it was Brian MacDonald. He wrote to say he enjoyed the recap of the 30th reunion — he said “for a brief moment I was back on campus with some of the greatest people I have ever had the privilege to call friends.” Brian, the former basketball standout and U Clubber, married the wonderful Ginny Krupitzer, from Ursuline, and they just completed tenure as chairs of the Parents’ Council at St. Mary’s College, Notre Dame. Say hello to Brian at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Then I get another first in 30 years — a phone call that starts out, “Hi, it’s Tom Murray, do you remember me?” I remember everybody. Tom “Roto” Murray was one of my favorite guys at Carroll. Big, happy, and one of the kindest and warmest guys. Tom is a pressman and he and wife, Linda, an LPN, are back home in Dunkirk, NY. They report that their daughter — Kelly Murray Mills — presented them their first grandchild. Kelly is a Carroll ’95. Anyway, Tom has had some alumni sightings. He ran into Tim Russert in a mall in Buffalo. When he mentioned it to his workmates, they kidded him saying, “Russert does Meet the Press and you run the press.” But Tim isn’t the only person Roto catches on the TV news. He reports that he often sees Hizzoner Pat Hoak, mayor of Hamburg, NY, on the tube. Roto stops into Hoak’s restaurant, Hoak’s Armor Inn, occasionally and says Hoak is a “gentleman bar owner,” only coming in for an hour or so on Sundays.
Speaking of Russert, the big news is his book deal to write a tribute to his dad, “Big Russ.” The book is due out Fathers’ Day 2004 and I am looking forward to reading it.
We have another author — this one just published. Marie D’Amico Caratozzolo sent me a cookbook she wrote. It’s full of quick and easy recipes called, what else but, “Kitchen Quickies.” The publisher is Square One and it’s a fun book with some great recipes … not that I cook! Marie and hubby are empty nesters, as her son, Jay, just left for Denver for a year with AmeriCorps, while her daughter is in school at Providence.
Don and Patty Farrell wrote to tell me they will return to DC this spring with son Donny’s lacrosse team. Young Don is a senior at Loyola HS in Chicago and hopes to play college lax. That is if he can ever graduate … seems young Don has a tough mark in English, taught by none other than Fr. Bob Ytsen. Come on, Sandy, let the kid graduate! The Farrell’s daughter, Emily, will graduate from Loyola U with a nursing degree, and daughter Colleen will graduate from Boston College in May. And living in Boston, young Colleen works part time for the barrister Dennis Quilty! Imagine being a parent and having one kid being taught by Ytsen, and another working for Quilty! Anyway, Don had back surgery in the fall, or as Patty, ever the doctor’s daughter, called it a “ecompressive laminectomy.”
Heard from Bill Petrovic. He ran into Mark Pacelli and got a tour of the Board of Trade from Mark in Chi-town.
Also heard from Jeff Rogo. Jeff is in Florida and worked in the radio biz for 15 years as a DJ, talk show host and sportscaster, doing pre-game shows for the Tampa Bay Bucs. He’s now moved to association management work in Tampa as government affairs director with the National Association of Industrial and Office Properties. Jeff commented how much he enjoyed our last reunion, especially seeing George Beckmann, Frank Fejes, and Joyce Foggio. Jeff had sad news, writing to tell me he lost his wife to breast cancer last September. Our prayers are with you, Jeff.
It is also with deep sorrow I report the passing of classmate Steve Burchyns last July. Steve had cancer and died shortly after retiring from a career in government service here in Washington. I remember him as a gentle giant and first-rate guy. He watches us all from above.
That’s it for this time – please write with any news, and stay well. JM
Picture this scene. Last June, Frankie (Sir Francis) Palamara opens the door of his pied a terre on Overstrand Mansion in Central London. A black cab – the funny kind with room for 40 in the back, and the doors on the wrong side – awaits. Frankie fumbles with his bags. A neighbor calls out. “Where to Mr. Palamara?” “I’m off to America,” Mrs. Caine, “to join me mates. It’s my 30th, you know!” He rushes off to Heathrow… or is it Gatwick?… to catch his British Air flight to Cleveland. But first, he stops at duty free to pick up his Cubans. It’s there that he spots the cameras. “Oh drat”, he says to himself, ”I’ve forgotten by cammie!” But while our Frankie has never changed in 30 years… cameras have changed. At the urging of a polite clerk he buys himself a new-fangled digicam. And thus is born the legend of Frankie the paparazzi. At the reunion Frankie shot like a 7 year-old. And we have put his work onto a single CD. Send me an e-mail and we’ll get you all the best reunion pics
Seeing Dave and Julie Carden was a treat for me. When I heard he was coming, I got to wondering what he could look like after all these years? I thought, my God, what if he’s bald? No way. He looked great and hasn’t lost an ounce of that great personality
Bob and Connie Quart were fun to see. Bob is still selling steel, now for Alco Steel, and now spends his spare time as a baseball umpire…Tom Narducci made it back – he’s getting ready for another year of teaching and coaching football at Hudson High in Hudson, OH
It was great seeing Mike Otto. Is it just me, or is Mike starting to look like Frankie Valli? He came in from NJ where he is still works as an architect/surveyor at Seton Hall University.
Greg Gianpetro reprised his stint as MC at the class dinner. And he was great once again. I especially like the story about meeting his roommate freshman year, Chinese transfer student Wang Ho, and having to make his way through the hanging laundry to shake the guy’s hand
Steve Hickey and Ken Sophie must be on oyster diets – they both have 3 year-olds. Steve and Linda are living in Columbus where Hick is a financier, putting business deals together. Soph meanwhile works in Chicago as a lawyer and he spent an entire hour complaining about his boss… just kidding. His boss, of course, is Bob Harrington, one of our premiere no-shows and a project for our 35.th
Tom McGarril might take on these “new fathers” though. Tom still works in DC for the U.S. Navy but he just got married!
Paul Lehman made his first trip back. He’s working for KeyCorp and he and his wife Karen live in Cleveland.
Alan Romanowski made it back. He is an associate professor of psychiatry at Johns Hopkins.
Ron Smith is running the family business, American Printing, down in Cincinnati, and is doing the “reverse commute.” He bought a renovated city town home and drives out to Hamilton for work.
Dennis Quilty and wife, Peg, have never owned a car in walking-friendly Boston. Finally they got one and – I love this – Peg finally had to learn to drive.
And how about Mike Mulkeen? It’s been 15 years since he last surfaced. Living in Chicago and working for Kodak. He looks good – it was great to see him
Marie D’Amico brought her two kids. In a note she sent me after the reunion she wrote,” that she realized that the last time she had seen anyone from JCU she was younger than her son is today.”
Larry Ray also dropped me a note post-reunion. Larry is living in Detroit and sells to the auto industry for Wayne Bolt and Nut. He wrote: ”the reunion was a true blast from the past. The only recovery needed, was to rest my cheeks. Laughed hard all weekend long!”
Neil Conway also dropped me a note. He wrote, “thanks for the incredible reunion – everything from Bergy’s dinner to Peep’s reminiscences. It was really fun.”
Then there’s Joe Pearl – the guy is my hero. Former captain of the Rugby Club – he still looks like he could play. Joe runs the family sporting goods company in Battle Creek, MI
Franzinger had news. His son, a standout running back at St. Ignatius, is going to Holy Cross to play football
Maggio and Pacelli did the road trip in together from Chi-town.
Forty of us went to dinner at a restaurant, under Bergy’s name, but not under Bergy’s check. I dropped in on a conversation between Jack Bertges and Bill (The Governor) Doyle. Sounded something like this. Jack: “Hey, Billy, that’s a nice jacket.” (a blue blazer with red pocket kerchief). Bill: “Thanks.” Jack: “Bet the pockets are stitched.” Bill (as he checks) “I don’t know… yep!”. Jack: “Thought so. I knew you’d only buy a jacket with the pockets stitched!” Not only are the Finance guys smart, but also they dress well
Anyway, summed up: reunion was a blast. Those who made it: great seeing you. Those who didn’t make it: we missed you. Take care… JM
Picture this scene. Frankie (Sir Francis) Palamara opens the door of his pied a terre on Overstrand Mansion in Central London. A black cab — the funny kind with room for 40 in the back, and the doors on the wrong side — awaits. Frankie fumbles with his bags. A neighbor calls out “Where to Mr. Palamara?” “I’m off to America,” Mrs. Caine, “to join me mates. It’s my 30th, you know!” He rushes off to Heathrow … or is it Gatwick? … to catch his British Air flight to Cleveland. But first, he stops at duty free to pick up his Cubans. It’s there that he spots the cameras. “Oh drat,” he says to himself, “I’ve forgotten my cammie!” But while our Frankie has never changed in 30 years … cameras have changed. At the urging of a polite clerk, “Oh do try this one Sir … it’s digital, you know” — he buys himself a new-fangled digicam. And thus is born the legend of Frankie the paparazzi. (Note to Gregg Gianpetro — how the heck do you spell paparazzi? Let me know.) Anyway, I guess with digital cameras you can shoot as many shots as you want. There’s no film. So at the reunion Frankie shot like a 7 year-old. But in fairness to our English squire, the photos are fabulous. All 26,037 of them! Every member of the class who attended the reunion, as well as the campus gardeners and security officers, are pictured in the batch. We have put them onto a single CD and want to extend an offer to every member of the class, whether or not you were at the reunion. You can get a free (FREE, FREE, FREE) copy of the CD, by sending me an e-mail with your mailing address to JMARCUS887@aol.com and we’ll get you one. What’s the catch? I will have your e-mail address and we finally get to put together the big class e-mail list that everyone wants.
Now, to reunion news. My family arrived Thursday night and it didn’t take long for my classmates to “impress” my wife. Friday morning she says to me, “You know that tall blond fellow from Cincinnati — the one we met last night with a really nice wife and daughters?” “Yeah,” say I, “Ray Connaughton. What about him?” “Well,” she said, “he took a shower in the ladies shower room while I was in there.” “Hmmm.” Thank goodness Fr. Schario isn’t still patrolling the dorm halls or Ray (and his tuition payments for his JCU daughter) would have been given the boot. Ray says he didn’t feel like walking up to the men’s room the next floor up — because he thought no one else had checked in yet. And the dog ate his homework!
I heard from many people that this was the most enjoyable reunion ever. We had a great turnout and our class is keeping its reputation as one of the best at bringing people back. Let’s look at the list — first we had all the regulars, the people who never seem to miss coming back. People like Tim Russert, Frank Maggio, Dennis Quilty, Ron Smith, Ken Sophie, Tom Narducci, David O’Brien, Tim Franzinger, Gregg Gianpetro, Mark Pacelli, Bill Doyle, Jack Bertges, Neil Conway, John Ropar, Doug Webber, Tom McGarril, Andrea Wasdovich, George Beckmann, Marty Bergerson, Mark Blanchard, Nikki Bondi, Donna Bowen Brown, A.J. Cianflocco, Marty Schreiber, John and Holly Collins, Ray Connaughton, Elizabeth Dabrowski, Don and Patty Farrell, Mike Hill, Pat Hogan, Ann Simoson Howe, John Hudec, Paul (Mouse) Magnotto, Dave (Spook) Sobash, Ralph Meacham, Rob Patterson, Cliff Radie, Dick Leehr ’71, Larry Ray, and Craig Roach. Then we were happy to see the ones who we just don’t see often enough, people like: Bob and Connie Quart, Dave Carden, Joe Pearl, Steve Hickey, Paul Lehman, Don Fisher, Mike Mulkeen, Marie D’Amico, Bob Bensur, David Bongorno, Tom Czech, Frank Fejes, Joyce Foggio Salisbury, Bill Freeman, Kathleen O’Konski O’Neill, Steve Wainwright, Mike Otto, Dan Pierce, Beverly Reese, Al Romanoski, Tom Ryan, Rich Schmitt, Dyanne Solatka Thomas, Maureen Joyce Thornton, Irene Tschismadia Wander, and Eileen Burger White. I’m sure I missed a lot of people — but with advancing age, a misplaced notebook, and a pen that wouldn’t work, I was handicapped. We missed people like: Jim Peters, Jim Kristoff, Bobby Longo, Tom Cavanagh, Bob Agnone, Pete Auriemma, Jim Boland, Jim Grieco, Rich Butterly, Bob Harrington, Kevin Byrne, Frank Gerbig, Dan Carroll, Mike Grimes, Charlie Carroll, Bob Sidow, Bill Sixsmith, Rich Cisek, Tim and Marie Devine, Tom Eisele, José Feliciano, Paul McGurr, Jack Scheid, Steve McKenna, John Meilinger, Al Miller, Sam Morocco, Mark Mulcahy, Mike Mullen, Marty Lindstrom, Tom Murray, Roger LeComte, Phil Olenych and many many more.
Seeing Dave and Julie Carden was a treat for me. It has been since ’77 that I saw Chico last. When I heard he was coming I got to wondering what he could look like after all these years? I thought, my God, what if he’s bald? No way. Still got that shock of wavy hair, albeit much shorter than we remembered. He looked great and hasn’t lost an ounce of that great personality.
Bob and Connie Quart were fun to see. Bob is still selling steel, now for Alco Steel, but how’s this for a shocker? After years of coaching his two (now grown) boys in Little League, Bob now spends his spare time as a baseball umpire — and at a high level – he does high school and college games. I’d love to hear his “Ouuuutttttttt!.” Anyway, the Quarts’ oldest is 25, married, living in Columbus and working for Enterprise Rent-a-Car. David (22) is moving to Columbus and is teaching special education. A wedding for David may be in the stars and Bob and Connie want to let you know that everyone reading this is invited.
Tim Russert made it again. As always he seemed to really enjoy himself. Five years ago he teased with my then 6 year-old son. Every time he saw him he asked, ”are you Michael Marcus from Bethesda, Maryland?” Michael would giggle, but probably wondered who in the heck this guy was. But over the years, seeing Tim on MTP, he’d say, “Daddy, there’s Tim from John Carroll.” So at the reunion Tim and I got to talking about Michael and Tim sought him out. Tim walked onto the basketball court, approached my son, and said, “are you Michael Marcus from Bethesda, MD?” Michael laughed — and was impressed. So was his dad. Tim later posed with Michael for a photo. He stood behind him and put his hands on Michael’s shoulders — hands gently placed as if Michael were his own son. Tim’s earthiness is a constant — I think it is what makes him so appealing to people across the nation.
Tom Narducci made it back — he’s getting ready for another year of teaching and coaching football at Hudson High in Hudson, OH.
It was great seeing Mike Otto. Is it just me or is Mike starting to look like Frankie Vali? Mike came in from NJ where he still works as an architect/surveyor at Seton Hall University. If you were to put Narducci, (who Marie D’Amico swears looks like Phil Collins) next to Otto we’d have some hot entertainment. But hey, who needs singers when we got Gianpetro as MC at the class dinner. If you remember, Gregg did the honors ten years ago — and he was great once again. After a bit of a slow start (he had trouble stacking up all those phone books behind the podium) he was on a roll. I especially like the story about meeting his roommate freshman year, Chinese transfer student Wang Ho, and having to make his way through the hanging laundry to shake the guy’s hand.
Doug Weber watched the routine from his table and laughed hard. It was Weber who had us rolling five years ago. I wonder — Doug in ’07 and Gregg in ’12? A kind of interchangeable battle of the wits.
Ron Smith gave me a lot of grief about never mentioning him in this column.
At the last reunion John Hudec and I battled it out for youngest children. Our kids are now 5, but Steve Hickey and Ken Sophie are blasting us out of the water. They both have 3 year-olds. Steve and Linda are living in Columbus where Hick is a financier, putting business deals together. He’s got a 16 year-old daughter and an 18 year-old boy who was accepted at the Naval Academy and hopes one day to fly jets — like our own Danny Carroll. Soph meanwhile works in Chicago as a lawyer and he spent an entire hour complaining about his boss … just kidding. His boss, of course, is Bob Harrington, one of our premiere no-shows and a project for our 35th.
Tom McGarril might take on these “new fathers” though. Tom still works in DC for the US Navy but he just got married! Wife Kathy got her first look at the class. (Hope you come back, Kathy).
Paul Lehman made his first trip back. He’s working for KeyCorp and he and his wife, Karen, live in Cleveland.
I had a long talk with Alan Romanoski. Al is an associate professor of psychiatry at Johns Hopkins and I asked him if he could make any sense of the weekend. He said, “no.” Al is director of the World Heath Organization Center for Methods and Assessments … from Johns Hopkins to their biggest competitor, the Cleveland Clinic. A.J. still practices there, as does Marty Schreiber. And Duff wants to remind me that Andrea Wasdovich Duffner has been promoted to head nurse in surgery at the Clinic.
All right Smitty, your turn. Ron is running the family business, American Printing, down in Cincinnati and is doing the “reverse commute.” He bought a renovated city town home and drives out to Hamilton for work. (Isn’t Hamilton where that shower-stalker Ray Connaughton lives and runs Allied Plumbing?)
Talk about the fast-paced world. Well here’s something that tells us it’s OK to slow down. I love this story. In talking with Dennis Quilty and wife Peg (boy, Carroll guys sure marry well) they mentioned how they never needed to own a car. Matter of fact their last car was the one Dennis had in grad school, the old Carroll clunker. They mentioned their home in Boston is so close in that they walked or took the subway anywhere they needed to go. Well they finally got a car, but — I love this — Peg finally had to learn to drive. I don’t envy her dealing with Boston’s drivers and traffic circles.
And how about Mike Mulkeen? It’s been 15 years since he last surfaced. Living in Chicago and working for Kodak — the place that makes the film that Palamara’s new camera deems unnecessary — he looks great. Just working and taking care of his boys — it was great to see him.
Marie D’Amico brought her two kids. In a note she sent me after the reunion she wrote,” … that she realized that the last time she had seen anyone from JCU she was younger than her son is today.” She also said, “it was great seeing so many of our old classmates — Chico and Julie, Mike Mulkeen, Linda and Steve Hickey, Tim Russert, Gregg Gianpetro, the Farrells, Larry Ray, my old buddy Nikki Bondi, and, of course, Sir Francis, who still has that charismatic charm. Although we have gotten a bit grayer and perhaps a bit heavier, everyone has the same face, and the same personality. Amazing. It was such fun seeing everyone.” Well-said Marie.
Larry Ray also dropped me a note post-reunion. Is there a more pleasant personality in our class? Great guy and it was nice seeing him. Larry is living in Detroit and sells to the auto industry for Wayne Bolt and Nut. He wrote,” The reunion was a true blast from the past. Sure, we’re all a bit older … with a few more gray hairs (at least you and I still have our hair) but the stories and personalities haven’t changed a bit. The only recovery needed, was to rest my cheeks. Laughed hard all weekend long!”
Neil Conway also dropped me a note and, this is what makes Neil … Neil. He also enclosed pictures from the reunion — but they were from the ’97 reunion. Better late than never. Anyway, Neil wrote, “Thanks for the incredible reunion — everything from Bergy’s dinner to Peep’s reminiscences.” Joe Pearl, Paul Lehman, and many others felt the same way. It was really fun.”
Speaking of Joe Pearl, the guy is my hero. He was captain of the Rugby Club and still looks like he could play. He is running the family sporting goods company in Battle Creek, MI and loves what he does.
Tim Franzinger, who has picked up a side-job videotaping Gianpetro’s monologues, was there with some great news. His son, a standout running back at St. Ignatius, is going to Holy Cross to play football. Tim explained how he learned firsthand the complexities of the recruiting process. His boy was leaning towards playing for Carroll before the Holy Cross offer came through.
I was amazed at the number of our class who have sent kids to Carroll. Do me a favor; I’d like to compile a list. If you have made parental donations to the JCU admissions office, drop me a line with the child’s name and when they attended. … I missed seeing some of the old regulars. Where the heck was Jim (Wacky) ’71 Mackey and Laura? And Dave Aggers ’69? I also missed seeing Gordie Priemer ’64.
I tease Frankie P. about his camera but give the man credit, he never misses our reunions. He combined this trip with his annual fishing trip and the marriage of his daughter. He did an extensive tour of the Eastern US (and has pictures to prove it!).
Maggio and Pacelli did the road trip in together from Chi-town. Is there a “cooler” guy than Frank Maggio — the guy never gets flustered.
We took tours of the campus. The place looks great! They totally gutted Bernet — found the “cockroach tally board” in 105 Bernet — and made suites of three and four rooms. Seems it’s the place to live for the seniors. And Rodman Hall — the building that, to enter in our day, you had to give up 16 years of your life and take vows of celibacy — is now offices for business, admissions, development and alumni, and PR. The restored dining room and the study on the third floor were especially noteworthy. And the new Dolan Center going up on the front lawn, to me, is as big as the Ad Building. Quite a place.
Dolan and Pacelli are both being gutted — a leftover project from 1968. The gang showers were still in working order and Fr. Simon thought the place looked “just fine.” But makeovers are going on.
Forty of us went to dinner at a restaurant, under Bergy’s name but not under Bergy’s check, on Friday night and had a blast. I dropped in on a conversation between Jack Bertges and Bill (The Governor) Doyle. Sounded something like this. Jack: “Hey, Billy, that’s a nice jacket.” (Blue Blazer with red pocket kerchief). Bill: “Thanks.” Jack: “Bet the pockets are stitched.” Bill (as he checks) “I don’t know … yep!”. Jack: “Thought so. I knew you’d only buy a jacket with the pockets stitched!”
Now I listen to this and I think to myself, “man these finance major guys live in their own world. I mean you wouldn’t buy pants with pockets stitched. (I’ll have to ask Dr. John Ropar if stitched pockets are something I should know about).
Finally Jerry Simonelli was not at the reunion but I have a selfish interest for reporting on him. Jerry’s career is impressive. He went to law school, got his master’s in tax law, was the legislative assistant to Congressman Vanik, was elected to the Connecticut House, and finally set up a tax and accounting business in Washington, DC — and my firm just hired him (discount forthcoming Mr. Simonelli?)
Anyway, my computer just hit TILT after I passed 2600 on the word-count. Summed up: reunion was a blast. Those who made: great seeing you. Those who didn’t make it: we missed you. Take care … JM
It’s funny how the closer we get to a reunion people start resurfacing. As Letterman says: “we got lotsa mail”
Had a long phone talk with the infamous Tom Ryan and Tim Franzinger; e-mails from Bill Petrovic, Patty and Don Farrell, Gregg Gianpetro and Donna Bowen Brown; had another Jack Bertges sighting; a letter from Bernie Gesenhues and Andrea Wasdovich Duffner’s husband, Duff, and other news … both real and made-up. So here goes. First the big news — reunion June 14-16. We have one of the best records of people returning of all the classes. It truly is amazing how many people make it back every single reunion. Guys like Jim Kristoff never misses coming in from LA and Jack Bertges and Marty Lindstrom make it back from SF. Tim Russert never misses even though he’s at work the next morning in Washington. If you haven’t made it back give it a shot … it really is a lot of fun and, after all these years, I’ve never heard anyone ask how much money they make or whatever happened to wife #1 (or #2). Here’s a list of people (compiled way back in early March — it’s a preliminary list and will contain many more) who have said they plan on attending: Patrick Auletta, Donna Bowen Brown, Nikki Bondi, Mark Blanchard, Jack Bertges, Marty Bergerson, Bob Bensur, Barbara Benander, Pete Auriemma, Steve Burchyns, Rich Butterly, Ray Carroll, Larry Cermak, Bill Chisholm, A.J. Cianflocco, Tom Czech, Elizabeth Dabrowski, Gov. Bill Doyle, Andrea Wasdovich Duffner, Tommy Eisele, Don Farrell and Patty Simoson Farrell, Tim Franzinger, Bill Freeman, Bernie Gesenhues, Gregg Gianpetro, Pat Hoak, Robert Horvath, Leon Kokal, Jim Kristoff, Paul Lehman, Paul (Mouse) Magnotto, Ken Miko, Sam Morocco, Mike Mulkeen, Jim Myers, Tom Nowak, Jim Paskert, Tom Perchan, Jim Peters, Cliff Radie, Elizabeth Rock, Jeff Rogo, Alan Romanoski, Charles Scharte, Leanne Rozman Sensesak, Bill Sixsmith, Jerome Swiantek, Richard Taton, DyAnne Solatka Thomas, Maureen Joyce Thornton, Stan Walsh, Irene Tschismadia Wander, Eileen Burger White, Doug Webber.
They are putting us in Millor Hall, which is about as close to the “big tent” as we can be. Or you can opt for the Ramada if you don’t want to relive the nightmare of dorm life. It’s a shame we’ll miss being in Murphy, where we seem to have been every other year. (The highlight at the 25th was having the fire alarm go off at 3 a.m. and finding people like Russert, Judge Anne Conway and others roaming the halls in their pajamas and bathrobes.) Anyway, they have a great program for your children — basically they put the kids together in Sutowski Hall and have all sorts of activities — everything from sports and swimming and games and crafts and tours during the day and movies and other social events in the evening. But beware — there have been many instances where the kids enjoy themselves so much and make such great friends that they want to return on their own when they turn 18. Instead of 100 bucks or so for the weekend they become a legacy and you pay 20+ grand in support of Mother Carroll. Money well spent I might add. Need proof — Tom Joyce has a daughter there, Mark Pacelli’s son, Sam, is there (and according to reliable sources is pulling the same old “yeah Pacelli Hall’s named after my old man” routine), Mike Nienstedt ’73 has a kid there, Donna Bowen Brown has a future son-in-law from JCU, and Bergy has a boy who’s a sophomore at Carroll. Reportedly, Bergy’s kid came home and Bergy says, so how’s your roommate?” The son says, “great — his name is Cat-tree.” “Strange name, how’s he spell it,” asks Bergy. “C-a-t-r-i,” says the kid. Turns out Bergy’s son is rooming with Wes Catri’s ’70 son. Speaking of Bergy he’s opened his own meat business — off on his own — Bergy the entrepreneur. I look forward to seeing him in June.
Bill Petrovic ’72 wrote from Indianapolis. Bill is Slovenian by heritage and he helped Indianapolis set up a sister-city program with Slovenia. They adopted the city of Piran, and last year Bill carted 18 of his relatives to Eastern Europe, and “the sunny side of the Alps” as they call Slovenia. We promise to have some Slovenian beer for Bill in June.
Donna Bowen Brown has been planning a wedding (April 6). Turns out her daughter, Megan, Marquette ’97, went to NYC to visit a friend and the friend’s older brother introduced her to a guy from JCU ’94 and the rest is history. The new son-in-law is Dan Mazzucca, son of another Carroll guy, Mike from ’65. Anyway they expect to see the likes of the Faems — Mike ’71 and Nancy ’73, Pat Herald ’69, Mike Walsdorf ’71, Tom Ahern ’70, Howie Burgh ’70, Ed Sandrick ’70, and Mike Arendt ’70.
Got a call from Tom Narducci. Seems he helped a bunch of the old football players get together for a mini-reunion back in February to give support to the new Don Shula Stadium. Ken Sophie, Bill Sixsmith, Steve Wainwright, Slin’ Sam Morocco, Tim Franzinger, Jim Boland, Rich Cisek, Jim McDonough, and Duch all made it back for a night of football films and cigars. They contributed 25 grand. Good work guys.
Duch, and Bernie Gesenhues tells me about the great accomplishments of Franzinger’s boy, Ryan, at St. Ignatius. Seems Chico Kyle’s ’73 Ignatius team won their 9th State football championship. Tim’s boy is a huge 220-pound running back and, according to Bernie, on a 10 yard run up the middle Zinger’s son carried four players on his back the final six yards. And I love the headline on the story in the Plain Dealer: “Ignatius Pulls Off a Zinger.” The boy takes after the old man, who was about as exciting a runner I have ever seen on the football field. Bernie is still flying for Northwest and spent some time in Montana last fall hiking and canoeing. He sends his best to all and hopes to see everyone in June.
Got a letter from Patty and Don Farrell … hopefully I’ll see them in DC when they come for young Don’s lacrosse match this spring. Donny is an all-around jock and a junior at Loyola Academy in Chicago. Don is still at Segerdahl Corporation in Wheeling and Patty keeps busy with their fourth grader’s dance, scouts and sports. Our prayers are with Patty, Ginger and Anne on the death of Doctor and Mrs. Simoson over the past year.
I got word from her husband that Andrea Wasdovich has been promoted to director of nursing for surgery at the Cleveland Clinic. Andrea and Duff live in South Euclid and are planning a trip to Ireland this summer, after the reunion of course.
And finally Tommy Ryan called. He was in his Palm Pilot in the “Ms,” saw my name and called. He’s still a consultant in the video game and software sales business and is working out of Pittsburgh. He has 4 girls out of college (one is married), and has a girl at Purdue and another who is a HS junior. I asked if he sees people and he said no, he’s travelling a lot to NYC. But he did call Chris Schuba ’74 in Chicago to say hi and it turns out Fr. Bob (Sandy) Ytsen, Frank Maggio, Don Farrell, and Dennis Quilty, in from Beantown, were at Chris’ restaurant and ready to “catch up.” … Catch up — that’s a good segue to my close — come on back to Carroll and catch up with the people who really care about seeing you again. I know we’ll see the stalwarts … but some of you who have not been back — please come — you are missed. See you in June. JM