Update 7-30-02


Hi,

The Special Summer Swimsuit Edition.  Go immediately to the home page at: http://hometown.aol.com/falcons1965a   Click smartly on New York Mini-Reunions Photos (a new category consolidating previous New York Gathering pictures), then click snappily on July 2002 Barbecue at Mark & Mimi Yetman's House, being sure to check out both Page 1 and Page 2.  Two dozen fotos of frolicking Falcons.  (I didn't really write that.  It must be the heat.)  
      Photos courtesy of Danny Stellabotte, scanned and forwarded by his son, Brian.
      Details of the party from Paul DeMartino:  The July barbecue was held at Mark and Mimi Yetman's house, as they have a great pool.  Classmates included:  Barbara Endy, Barbara Brill, Robin Feit, Joan Aires, Rosemary Mercurio, Dennis Shapiro, and Danny Stellabotte.  Also, my wife, Pina and I; Dennis' wife, Julie; and, of course, Mark and Mimi.  Their son, Mark, Jr., was a big help as well.  We had a great time and are planning another New York area barbecue near the end of August.  Anyone interested in coming, please contact me at either: Pdem070@msn.com or 516-799-1590.  We don't want to leave anyone out.
      Other news:  Dennis, Danny, and I have gotten together a few times, gone to a Mets game, and plan to go to another in two weeks.  And I've heard from Carmine DeSanto and Don Faber, but as yet have not been able to get us all together.
      Also, Pina and I just celebrated our 25th, and we went to Rome, Athens, and did a week on a four-masted cruise ship in the Greek Isles.  We had a fabulous time.

(The rest of us are jealous, but begrudgingly wish you well.)

From Barbara Blitfield Pech:  Is anyone else having trouble reaching Bea Massa Brown?  We've been trying to tell her about our Florida mini-reunion from August 7th to the 11th, and all our e-mail has been returned.  So far, Robin Feit, Rachael Robinson, Gayle Ulrich, and maybe Peg Cooper and Marilyn Weiner '66 will be there.
      Also:  Yikes, my computer's taken over.  Through no input or change from me, AOL 7.0 has suddenly begun to function properly.  I can now -- once again -- log on with Welcome, minimize as necessary, and click the icon to sign off.  And it only took six days for that to happen.  Go figure.  But thanks, everyone, for the tech support and suggestions.

Other thanks, from Judy Hartstone:  Thanks to all those who sent condolences on the loss of my dog.  I really appreciated Allen Moss's phone call and words of understanding.

News from Lynn Nudelman Villagran:  Carol Bunim Okin has recently traveled clear across the country in order to dine with all three Nudelman sisters.  Well, actually, she had lunch with Ellen earlier this month in Manhattan, and she's currently in California on business.  So she and Bob Okin '64 had dinner with my husband and me and Nancy and Rich Lobell last week.  We had lots of fun reminiscing about our early days on Rosedale Road.  
      Also, since Rich Eisbrouch will be teaching this year at City College of San Francisco, that seems as good an excuse as any to extend an invitation to all other interested Bay Area Class of '65 friends to get together for lunch or dinner sometime this fall.  Please e-mail me at Concha411@aol.com if you're interested.  I think Richard Meis is still in this area.  Has anyone heard from him?
      
From Jerry Bittman:  I'll tell you, Rich, you really woke up some memories mentioning Earl Wilson's column in the Post.  After reading the sports section of the Post, I would immediately turn to Wilson's column.  One day, he reported that my cousin, Buddy Hackett, was out of town.  Well, Kenny Seelig, and I think Stu Kandel and Andy Dolich, were going with me to Palisades Park, and Buddy lived a few blocks away.  I had just gotten into a disagreement with him and figured, since he was gone, I'd stop at his house and say hello to his wife, Sherrie, who I had a crush on.  Was I shocked when Buddy came walking downstairs.  When I lived in Las Vegas we reconnected.       Also, I see where Allen Moss is using that great Maine seafood to entice people to come visit.  Well, if anybody likes steak -- as I think I've already mentioned -- the foremost authority on food in this country, the football announcer John Madden, stated in Sports Illustrated that Grandpa's Steak House in my home town of Kearney, Nebraska has the best steaks in the country.  We're located on Interstate 80, exit 272, and we also have an exciting new tourist attraction that Jack Nicholson just used for footage in his next movie.
   Peace and good health to everybody.

A confession, from Linda Passaro:  Since the statute of limitations has run out after 37 years, and my legal representation assures me I am no longer liable for damages from broken relationships, wrecked reputations, or crushed egos, it can be said that, in fact, I was the Southern Snooper in 1964-65.  If I would have known then the power of the ellipsis, I could have gone on to write novels just like Anne Rivers Siddons....
      Also, again, I'm sorry that I could not attend the reunion, and I do my best to be involved by keeping up with the home page updates.  So, my best regards to you all!  

A startling, second confession, from Terri Donohue:  I was the Southern Snooper from May ' 63 through Spring ' 64, when I passed it on to Linda Passaro.

And an astonishing third confession:  No, I guess it really doesn't matter who trapped J. James Bergen in the elevator one long dark afternoon by blowing out the South Hall dimmer board.

More benignly, Happy Birthday, to both Jeff Levin and Naomi Stein.

And a continued missing persons alert for Diane Fruzzetti:  If anyone has a new e-mail address or her, please send it on.

A fast question from Robert Fiveson:  Is Zelda White Nichols the girl who used to be known as Zelda Genin?  If not, am I supposed to believe that there were TWO girls named Zelda in our class!

(Yep, Robert:  Zelda White, now Zelda Nichols.  And Zelda Genin, now Zelda Kastin.  Plus, Zelda Gilroy, now Zelda Gillis.)

Also, a classic e-mail joke from Robert Fiveson:  A Jewish man took his lunch to a park.  Soon, a blind man came by and sat on the same bench.  Feeling friendly, the Jewish man passed him a piece of matzoh.  The blind man held the matzoh for a moment, then exclaimed, "Who wrote this crap?"

Finally, word comes from several people that Jerrie Clamp is not having the best possible summer.  Jerrie, we all send you our best.


Rich