December 2, 1998
by Dick Prentke
SO, I’M SITTING HERE in the upper left-hand corner of the country wondering what the heck our class treasurer, Peter Holzer, is doing. No cards with juicy tidbits from classmates have arrived, and I’m calling people for news. I curse under my breath. Just as I leave for the Harvard game, I look in the very back of this new “mail drawer” my wife has instituted in order to consolidate my incoming mail away from its much more logical place (the dining room table), and what do I find but a fat envelope from Pete full of your cards. No telling how long it’s been there. I’m saved. After a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Princeton (except for the score, that is), I walk into the U-Store on my way to Ted Todd’s class reception, and who is standing there but Holzer himself. Looking guilty, I decide to confess. I sheepishly admit my error and promise to remove the pins from the doll. Let’s start with former class president Bill Paternotte, who reports on his six-month sabbatical from Alex. Brown starting last May. He used the time to take the family to Tanzania, where they went on safari and climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro. He and Nan also spent time in London and played golf in Scotland, where he ran in to Gordy Keene, from whom I am expecting a photo of the event for a future column.
Had Paternotte only known, he might have hooked up with Jim Edmondson, who traveled to Africa this summer to visit his Peace Corps-volunteer son as well as to see animals and scenery. What Jim did not expect was the terrorist bombing of the U.S. Embassy in Nairobi which rained debris on his hotel. Two weeks later, Jim could have become downright paranoid. As he sat in his hotel in Capetown, the Planet Hollywood across the street was bombed by terrorists. Jim had a bang-up time despite the disasters, and Paternotte is probably happy they didn’t get together.
Thirty-five years ago, we learned that President Kennedy had been shot. Do you remember where you were?
© 1998 Dick Prentke and The Princeton Alumni Weekly. Used by permission.
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