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This digest contains the following messages:

1. Re: The first load of pictures are up
2. Re: The first load of pictures are up
3. Re: (no subject)
4. RE: Picnic Today
5. It's been one week...
6. From Ray Paletta
7. Teacher Tribute
8. Another DreamWorks Screening
9. A Tale of Two Roberts
10. Re: A Tale of Two Roberts
11. RE: A Tale of Two Roberts
12. RE: A Tale of Two Roberts

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Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 12:27:52 -0700
From: David Walters <dwalters@igc.org>
Subject: Re: The first load of pictures are up

> From the HASTINGS CLASS OF '75
> (give or take a couple of years)
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> www.art-cetera.com/hastings

The photos are wonderful. Jane Gaughran!!!!! Ahhhh!!! Finally! Wish I was
there.

David Walters

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Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 01:43:34 EDT
From: Sasaverino@aol.com
Subject: Re: The first load of pictures are up

I enjoyed the picnic photos. You obviously all had a grand time. Alan,
you are beginning to look more like your dad than you did as a teenager. The
rest of you no longer look like teenagers.

Regards,

Mr. Sav

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Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 10:35:53 -0400
From: "Susan (Stein) Klubock" <sueklu@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: (no subject)

Thanks Ray. I thought you brought your fire truck and it was parked up on
the street. Who needs a fire extinguisher?
Can't wait for Greg to come back and visit so we can have another picnic.
OK, if Pat Sinatra and David Walters visit, we can have one too! It was a
nice reunion. I could actually hear what people were saying!
My kids had a blast. Emily thinks Greg should start a Virtual Reality
Vacation business. Jamie can write a column about it in his magazine!
Word to the wise: Don't tell Dave Virrill anything you don't want
remembered. He has an even better memory than me, and mine is not too bad!
Until 2004....
Sue

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>(give or take a couple of years)
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>---------------------------------
>Date: Sun, 26 May 2002 23:07:19 EDT
>From: NYCFD1@aol.com (Ray Paletta)
>Subject: (no subject)
>
>The date was May 26th, 2002,
>The place, was Sue and Steve Kublock's house
>The reason, who cares, we had a wonderful time.
>To those who couldn't make it, you should have...
>
>What I learned the night I went to the Mini BBQ:
>
>I learned that after 15 glasses of wine and a cigar, Alan gets mellow.!
>I learned that Alan's wife Teri is a Master Croquette player.
>I learned that Sue needs a fire extinguisher when cooking on a grill!!!
>I learned that Steve (Sue's husband) has not a clue where the lights are in
>his
>garden,
>I learned that Greg Vaughn took a header while on a treadmill at the gym
>when the electricity went out (that must have looked funny, 4 guys at the
>same
>time !)
>I learned that Jane Gaughran needs instructions to get on the Internet!!!!
>I learned that Laura Tellecamp wasn't a saint back in high school.
>I learned that Jamie Shilinglaw throws a mean baseball.
>I learned that Ricky Wester is taking the plunge come July.
>I learned that Dave Heston makes a kick ass salad.
>I learned that Dave Virrill still looks the same.
>And i make a great baked macaroni with cheese topped with breadcrumbs
>
>To the host of this wonderful evening,
>
>Thank you ,
>
>Ray
>

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Date: Wed, 29 May 2002 08:14:40 -0400
From: <komara@PoloRalphLauren.com> Karen (Korenko) O'Mara
Subject: RE: Picnic Today

I hope everyone had a good time - we were spending memorial day weekend up
at Lake Ontario where it was sunny but breezy. If there's another get
together over the summer - please let me know.
Regards,
Karen O'Mara

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Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2002 01:18:33 EDT
From: DMcQuickly@aol.com
Subject: It's been one week...

Upon further review...who are you people? lol

Truth is, last weekend was as good a weekend as I've ever had, and that
includes the co-eds in South Carolina. Just kidding. That was a better
weekend. Okay, that was a joke. There were no co-eds. I rented a movie.
But like I was saying...

I better start over. Seriously, everyone, it was fantastic. It was
everything I needed, and it was like a salve, an elixir for what ails. I
will definitely be coming back much more often than I have over the past 7
years. I may be back every 3 years now. No, seriously, I am sure I'll be
back a couple of times a year. Which probably means you all want to start
drawing straws now to see who gets to put up with me...er, put me up, when.
:-)

Special thanks to: The Shillinglaws, whose hospitality is as big as the
Tappan Zee. I have never forgotten why I liked Jamie, and once again he
proved as dependable a friend as I've ever known. And to all of you in that
family: You are a treat to spend time with, and I couldn't be luckier to
know you and count you among my friends.

To the Kublocks: Great party. I'll forego the fire comments, as Ray has
done his usual hilarious number on them. (Did anyone know that Ray showed
me how to talk like Donald Duck? I have a funny story about that voice,
Mystic Seaport, and a little boy that I'll regale you with next time I'm
back. As I sat there laughing with Ray it occurred to me that a lot of what
I now mistakenly think of as my sense of humor actually got its genesis in my
8th-grade discussions with Ray. Maybe my second wife would like to get her
hands around your throat, Ray, as she never appreciated it, but as for me,
that sense of humor has been a lifesaver all my life since then. Thanks.)
Instead, let me make this observation: I have been around analytical
left-brainers at times in my life. Never have I known them to be so capable
of having fun as you are. Steve and Susan, you have rewritten the book on
what left-brainers are like. I never thought I'd use "analytical" and "fun"
in the same sentence...but there you have it. Great picnic, it was so great
of you to bring us all together on your lovely, if underlit, garden patio.
Just kidding...Steve, I hear that Bush has sent out the descendents of
Merriwether Lewis to find the rest of your garden lights for you.

To the Fines: Thanks for the cigars, the art, and the generosity of your
souls. The people of the world would be better off if more of them had your
kindness, humor, and artistic sensitivity. I know my life is better for the
brief time I was able to spend with you. And Alan, thanks for all the fish.
Stuff, I mean.

Alan and I had a nice lunch in the City before I left on Tuesday. We ate at
Buffet Deli or something like that, and he joined the legions who are trying
to get me on the low-carb diet. I just can't imagine life without cereal.
It would be like like not having a car, but without the smog. Huh? Anyway,
I enjoyed the tour of the offices, the deep talk, and your energy.

Eric, seeing you again was such a delight. I'd have liked more time to talk
about what we have begun to talk about, but I hope we will get that chance.
In spite of that, I was amazed and pleased at how easily our friendship
picked back up after such a long absence. Shows you how easy it always has
been to be a friend with you.

To everyone else who I ran into over the weekend--Laura, Mel, Dave (why did I
not spend more time with you Dave?): You were among my closest friends in
high school, and I am grateful you attended the party so I could soak up all
that good karma. I've been floating for a week, and truly feel as though I
have come out of a restless sleep. I have made a vow to come back and soak
off you all more often. So if that scares you, move and don't leave a
forwarding address. I certainly don't expect there would be a picnic or
mini-reunion every time. I did feel honored by everyone making an effort to
get together while I was there, but you all have lives, I understand. When I
am back again I hope to run into as many of you as life and circumstances
allow, but as grateful as I am that you found time to attend the picnic or
the bar or whatever else, it had better not be an effort for you to do that
sort of thing. I wouldn't want that. Anyway, I trust we all got together to
celebrate the friendship among us all, rather than for any one of us in
particular. If you have lived far away from our home in Hastings for any
amount of time, you probably know how precious that friendship is. I sure
do.

Thanks again, it was the best time I've had in years. See you again soon, I
hope! I'm thinking August/September.

All the best,
Greg

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Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 22:36:37 EDT
From: NYCFD1@aol.com
Subject: From Ray Paletta

This is so special. Take time to read it undisturbed.

Her hair was up in a ponytail
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.

You see he was a fireman
And died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
And taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour
to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to
forget them.

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Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 22:25:05 -0400
From: Hastings Class of '75 (and then some) <hastings@art-cetera.com>
Subject: Teacher Tribute

A Dan Quinn Tribute was added to the site.

Please send in your teacher remembrances too.

-------------------- 8 --------------------
Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 14:59:00 -0400
From: Alan Fine <>
Subject: SCREENING WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!!

This time it is the gangster film "Road to Perdition" with Tom Hanks and
Paul Newman, directed by Sam Mendes of "American Beauty" (another DreamWorks
Oscar winner).

Sorry for the lack of warning, but this is a very anticipated release
and I wasn't sure I could get people admitted. To protect our interests, I volunteered
to help run the screening, so I'll be there looking for people on line.

As always, seats are limited so please arrive early and RSVP to .

The latest info is at:

www.art-cetera.com/hastings

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Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 20:13:54 -0400
From: <jeffreyf1@attglobal.net> Jeff Feinstein
Subject: A Tale of Two Roberts

Robert #1 (Robert Berry): I found Robert Berry, right in our own virtual
backyard. Or so I thought.

Several nights ago, while aimlessly surfing the Internet, I started playing
in a site I almost never visit -- the HHS Alumni site run by that guy Peter
Dietz [http://surf.to/hhs.alumni]. In the Class of '73 pages (yes, class of
'73), I found a message from "Robert Berry" of "Mobile, ala" dated May 20,
2002. The message, all of one sentence, asked, "What ever became of Frank
Caprino?????"

[Obvious question #1: who's Frank Caprino?]

The message left an e-mail address for Robert and I quickly wrote to him:

"This is Jeff Feinstein. I found your e-mail address on the Class of '73
HHS Alumni page. I'd love to hear where you're living and what you've been
doing. Please write back so that we can reconnect. Jeff"

I got a quick response, but not the one I had expected (or hoped for):

"The following addresses had delivery problems:
<Rberry@hotmail.com>
Permanent Failure: 550 Requested action not taken: mailbox unavailable
Delivery last attempted at Mon, 8 Jul 2002 02:48:35 -0000"

So the mystery of whither Robert Berry remains unsolved. Has anyone had
better success locating/contacting Robert?

Robert #2 (Robert Rittner): I saw Mr. Rittner recently. He was playing in
a small stickball league. We talked for a few moments (while his side was
at-bat) and discussed what I'm up to, and teaching (he's retired, I just
finished my second year teaching AP Euro; I told him that Palmer had just
died). As he left to take the field, he smiled brightly and asked me to
tell everyone that he says hello. So, a warm "hello" from Mr. Rittner.

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Date: Tue, 09 Jul 2002 21:06:37 -0700
From: David Walters <dwalters@igc.org>
Subject: Re: A Tale of Two Roberts

Palmer died? Wow...that's a blast from the past. I actually read through the
text book in 10th grade just so I'd be ahead when I got to AP History.

I hate getting old...

David Walters
>
> The message left an e-mail address for Robert and I quickly wrote to him:
>
> "This is Jeff Feinstein. I found your e-mail address on the Class of '73
> HHS Alumni page. I'd love to hear where you're living and what you've been
> doing. Please write back so that we can reconnect. Jeff"
>
> I got a quick response, but not the one I had expected (or hoped for):
>
> "The following addresses had delivery problems:
> <Rberry@hotmail.com>
> Permanent Failure: 550 Requested action not taken: mailbox unavailable
> Delivery last attempted at Mon, 8 Jul 2002 02:48:35 -0000"
>
> So the mystery of whither Robert Berry remains unsolved. Has anyone had
> better success locating/contacting Robert?
>
> Robert #2 (Robert Rittner): I saw Mr. Rittner recently. He was playing in
> a small stickball league. We talked for a few moments (while his side was
> at-bat) and discussed what I'm up to, and teaching (he's retired, I just
> finished my second year teaching AP Euro; I told him that Palmer had just
> died). As he left to take the field, he smiled brightly and asked me to
> tell everyone that he says hello. So, a warm "hello" from Mr. Rittner.
>
>
>
>
>
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Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 07:55:02 -0700
From: "Sinatra, Patricia" <Patricia.Sinatra@abgenix.com>
Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Roberts

Frank Caprino (aka as "Frankie" aprino) was in the class of 1972--a jock of sorts; played baseball and hung out with Butch Chemka and that group. I understand he lives here in the Bay Area. He used to date Debbie Kepcher, if you remember her (I think she was two years ahead of us.)

Pat

-----Original Message-----
From: Hastings Class of '75 (and then some)
[mailto:hastings@art-cetera.com]
Sent: Tuesday, July 09, 2002 8:23 PM
To: Hastings Class of '75 (and then some)
Subject: A Tale of Two Roberts

From the HASTINGS CLASS OF '75
(give or take a couple of years)
EMAIL BULLETIN BOARD
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Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 20:13:54 -0400
From: <jeffreyf1@attglobal.net> Jeff Feinstein
Subject: A Tale of Two Roberts

Robert #1 (Robert Berry): I found Robert Berry, right in our own virtual
backyard. Or so I thought.

[Obvious question #1: who's Frank Caprino?]

The message left an e-mail address for Robert and I quickly wrote to him:

I got a quick response, but not the one I had expected (or hoped for):

"The following addresses had delivery problems:
<Rberry@hotmail.com>
Permanent Failure: 550 Requested action not taken: mailbox unavailable
Delivery last attempted at Mon, 8 Jul 2002 02:48:35 -0000"

So the mystery of whither Robert Berry remains unsolved. Has anyone had
better success locating/contacting Robert?

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Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 13:52:08 -0500
From: Steve Bass <sbass@wnpt.net>
Subject: RE: A Tale of Two Roberts

Jeff -- the last I saw of Robert Berry was in 1982 when he was working as a
waiter at a Denny's in Los Angeles. I totally lost track of him after that.

-----Original Message-----
From: Hastings Class of '75 (and then some) [mailto:hastings@art-cetera.com]

Sent: Tuesday, July 09, 2002 10:23 PM
To: Hastings Class of '75 (and then some)
Subject: A Tale of Two Roberts

Robert #1 (Robert Berry): I found Robert Berry, right in our own virtual
backyard. Or so I thought.

[Obvious question #1: who's Frank Caprino?]

The message left an e-mail address for Robert and I quickly wrote to him:

I got a quick response, but not the one I had expected (or hoped for):

"The following addresses had delivery problems: <Rberry@hotmail.com>
Permanent Failure: 550 Requested action not taken: mailbox unavailable
Delivery last attempted at Mon, 8 Jul 2002 02:48:35 -0000"

So the mystery of whither Robert Berry remains unsolved. Has anyone had
better success locating/contacting Robert?

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