September 22, 2020 #6
Dear '66 Classmates,
There's some time lag in processing your guesses. Emails are received by the Email and Jelly Donuts Subcommittee, which then passes them along (with uneaten donuts) to the Guess Accuracy Group. Each guess is printed out and vetted with care. There have been some problems with jelly stains and powdered sugar on the printouts, which slows the process. But, sooner or later, we actually know if we have some accurate guesses. Still tabulating results from our Masked Men 6 release last Friday, where the hints were so easy that, well, we should have gotten dozens of correct responses. We are steadfast in our optimism.
The guessing window is now closed for MM6, and here are our Masked Men #6
Jon Dawson, threw himself into the Masked Men cauldron with creativity and brio. Jon was raised in Connecticut, and he majored in History, ate at Cap, and played lacrosse. He then joined a contingent of 11 from '66 at the Stanford GSB, went to Georgetown Law and finished his JD from Fordham at night while working in the investment advisory business. In 1981 he started his own firm in Connecticut and founded a pre-K-to-8th charter school. He and his wife Deborah now live in Teton Village, Wyoming. Jon's two kids are Christopher '94 and Alexandra '95, who lives nearby in Wilson, WY. They each have a son and daughter.
Jay Lagemann, our poster child for the value of a liberal arts education. To Princeton from New York City, Math major, Ski Team, Cloister, Ph.D. in Math from M.I.T. Like all brilliant mathematicians, he then went ocean sailing, including on the famous Ondine. Helped Marianne in a tee-shirt business she started which printed the hugely successful Black Dog Tavern Company T-shirts. Inspired by his family he thought sculpting was fun, won some commissions (see Swordfish Harpooner above), and now is actually making money as an artist. All this pales compared to the fact that his two tiger sculptures have become fixtures at Reunions (click here). He and Marianne live in a family compound on Martha's Vineyard surrounded by their sculpture garden. Work has started on a new tiger for our 55th!
Mark Levine. From Wooster, Ohio. Ate at Terrace, majored in Chemistry, summa, Fulbright in Germany. Not having had enough of the lab, went to Cal for a Ph.D. Worked at Ford Foundation and SRI, then back to Berkeley at the Lawrence Berkeley National Labs for about 40 years. Specialized in energy efficiency, especially policy in China. Founded four non-profits, won six major national/international awards, served on many boards of journals and non-profits. Was coordinating lead author of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change group that shared the 2007 Nobel Peace Prize with Al Gore. What we in '66 call an underachiever. He and Irma and son Tony live in the San Francisco Bay Area.
Jim Merritt, shown here with Nancy. Son of '42, came to us from New Jersey, majored in English and joined Colonial. Wrote a novel for his thesis, one of only a handful who were allowed to do this. Spent his whole life in journalism and writing after Navy service in Vietnam, associated with Princeton for nearly 25 years, including 10 years as Editor of PAW. Many books, many articles, too many to list, see his 50th Reunion bio. Spends way too much time fishing. He and Nancy have been married for 53 years and have lived in Pennington, NJ since 1976. As for the hint, he was the impresario of our 25th, 40th, 45th, and 50th Reunions books, which virtually every one of us has viewed multiple times.
As an aside, can we be proud to have classmates like this? Wow. Not because of their fame, or riches, but because each in his own way has proven what kinds of students come to Princeton and how the Princeton experience helped prepare them for the world. And how '66 is the greatest Class of all, unlike all those others who make the claim.
That's enough self-congratulation. As they say in the grain milling industry, maintain grind. We have further Masked Men releases to prepare. It doesn't happen if you don't send in photos. Today would be the day to act. One masked, one unmasked. Does it all seem silly to you? Get over yourself! You did more silly things in 1962 and 1966 in one day than we're asking you to do here.
The Masked Man Committee, committed to showing itself one day but not quite yet