After graduating from VirginiaTech (Go Hokies!!!!) and spending two years in the Army Corps of Engineers, primarily in Germany, I returned to Richmond and the employ of the Virginia Department of Transportation where I remain as a Transportation Planning Engineer. After attending Graduate School at Georgia Tech in Atlanta where I met Carol (Freeman Graduate), we returned to Richmond and married several years later. We have lived in Bon Air the past 25 years, and had the good fortune to raise three wonderful children. Don, Jr. is a second year law student at UVa. Jane is a Junior at Rhodes College in Memphis, Tennessee, and Stephen is entering his senior year at James River High School. My enjoyments include playing as much golf as possible, vacationing with the family each summer in Maine, and continuing to coach youth basketball - even though our children have aged out. I am increasingly giving more thought to retirement, and may do so in the next few years. It will be great to see many of our classmates at the Reunion. I look forward to attending!!

Stuart and I have been married over 42 years. We have a son, Brian (17 yrs. old). Our first son has been deceased for over 19 yrs. I work part-time as bookkeeper in our own automotive machine shop and also as bookkeeper at R. H. Ferguson Co. The Lord has blessed me. I enjoy my family and I stay active running, biking and horseback riding.

I can make it to the Sat. morning tour only. Must fly back to San Antonio that afternoon. After TJ, graduated from Davidson College in '65. US Army Captain (Artillery) served in Korea, graduated Union Seminary (Presbyterian) - Masters Degree '74, served churches in New Orleans, Arkansas, West Virginia, San Antonio. Doctoral degree from Austin Seminary '98. wife, Rosellyn three daughters: Sara (age 23), Catherine (age 21), Mary Elisabeth (age 14)

Greetings again from the Holy City (no not the Vatican...only Charleston, SC.) After divorce in '94, I moved to Charleston, SC with my youngest son, Charles. I pursued an education in Culinary Arts and Charles began high school. Received an Associates Degree in Culinary Arts in '96 from Johnson & Wales University and then received my BS in Food Service Management in '97. I think that I am the oldest graduate that JWU has had at all five of their campuses. Never too old to teach "young at heart chef's new tricks")! Anyway, worked for the university in the Development/Advancement (Donor Acquisitions) Department (anyone with children in college or an alumni of a university or college knows what this dept. is all about. Left when my boss retired...did my own thing for a while and then was restaurant office manager for Circa 1886 at the Wentworth Mansion. Have just left Circa 1886 and gone back to Johnson & Wales University as Externship Coodinator. My two grown sons live in Richmond...Lee is an artist (UVA '94) and Charles (Berklee College of Music in Boston, MA) is a musician...ironcially enough they now live and own rental property on East Franklin St....I grew up on West Franklin St. Funny how life goes around!! Anyway, I hope I get there, but if not, anyone traveling to the Holy City let me know...I have the inside scoop to the best restaurants!!!

Married for 35 years to the former Donna Kirby (JM '63), we have 3 children and 2 grandchildren. Professionally, I am a Chartered Financial Consultant and am registered with the SEC as an Investment Advisor Representative. Prior to establishing an independent practice, I spent 4 years with a regional financial planning firm and 7 years with a major insurance company. I have been in the financial services industry since 1973. Off time is spent on the water. I am an avid fisherman.

I will be unable to attend the reunion. It looks like fun. A short update on what I have been doing since graduation is given below. After graduation in 1961, I attended the United States Military Academy at West Point. After graduating in 1965, I married Eleanora Fitz-William who I had been dating since my senior year at TJ. We have three children and seven grand children today. I spent almost 27 years in the Army, retiring in 1992 as a Colonel. Along the way, I served in Vietnam, Panama, Korea, and Germany. Along the way, I received a Master's degree in Nuclear Engineering from MIT and one in Business Administration from the University of Northern Colorado. In addition, I graduated from the Army's Airborne and Ranger schools and from the full range of professional education schools. After retiring from the Army, I joined Science Applications International Corporation (SAIC) at their offices in Northern Virginia where I am a Vice President and focus on Defense issues. Eleanora and I are enjoying our empty-nest years and look forward to many years with the grand children. As I look back at the last 40 years, a number of key events stand out for me. I was a Cadet at West Point during the Cuban Missile crisis. I marched in the funeral procession for President Kennedy and GEN Douglas Macarthur. I watched the landing of the first man on the moon while teaching at the Air Force Academy. I planned for war with the Soviet Union and saw its collapse. The years since graduation from TJ have been filled with history. We have seen it happen. I recall TJ with fondness and appreciation for the many gifts it gave me. A fond hello to all!

Around 1963 I fell in love with the Boston area, moved , and have been there ever since. After completing a B. A. and Master's at Boston U. I taught English for eight years. Then, while on sabbatical, I attended a year of art school at the Boston Museum School, fell in love with painting, left teaching and completed a 4-year diploma as a painter. I have been a practicing artist since - exhibiting, teaching, etc. I am also a poet. My husband and I live in Newton, Massachusetts. Does anyone know the hearabouts of Bill McClung? I have contacted, via the Internet, several folks I was friendly with at TJ but couldn't find Bill. I regret that my mother discarded my TJ yearbook. Are there any around? My e-mail: jalindo@earthlink.net. Would be happy to hear from anyone.

Al and I recently moved to Stonehouse, a golf community near Williamsburg. We have been married for thirty-nine years, have three children and three grandchildren. Life is good and I look forward to seeing everyone at the reunion .

TJ classmates! Best wishes for a wonderful reunion. I'll be thinking of you folks, but unfortunately I can not make it. Please add my e-mail address (arnold@mint.net) to the list and invite folks to drop a line if they wish.

Since graduating in 61, I'm still enjoying my trade of LITHOGRAPHY that I started learning at age 16. I purchased my own company in 1977. Since 1985, I have also been selling real estate and my wife began selling in 1989. In 1995, we formed our own company HYLAS REALESTATE COMPANY, and we enjoy working as a team. We are hoping to retire to the OBX some day. My wife's main profession is a nurse in the field of radiation oncology. We have four great kids between us age 28-32, and have been married for 21 years. Look forward to the renuion.

Moved to Short Pump in 1995 and built a house on the fourth hole of the Dominion Club golf course in Wyndham. We love being in the "country" as well a being able to walk out the door for a few quick holes! John is about to retire from LandAmerica. I am really glad I am so busy with my real estate business as I plan to give him plenty of time to work on his backlog of projects without me. Our oldest son, John moved to Seattle to work for Microsoft and now is with Qwest Communications. Bryan is in Irvine at The Univ of Ca @ Irvine working on his PhD in Social Ecology. He got married last September to a Yalie from Iowa whose interest is Asian Studies and speaks Mandarin. Looking forward to catching up with everybody and seeing first hand how beautiful we all are!

After TJ I went to Westhampton College(U of R) and then to Southern Baptist Seminary. Since finishing school I have worked for the state of Kentucky in their welfare programs. Currently I am still working and doing food stamp and ktap(formerly afdc) fraud and overpayments. My husband Paul and I have been married for 34 years and we have two children, John and Angela. John and his wife Brenda live in St. Louis where he works for Boeing as a programer for software for planes. They have twin daughters who were a year old on 9-10. Angela and her husband Jason live in Louisville. Angela is a realtor and her husband is a computer programer. They do not have any children yet. In my "spare" time, I enjoy sewing, gardening, photography and working on geneology of our family.

Introduction To start at the end, I am a lawyer in Detroit. I co-founded Constitutional Litigation Associates, which engages in eclectic civil rights issues (saving the neighborhoods, keeping casinos off of the riverfront, supporting progressive organizations, exposing governmental misconduct, improving prison conditions, etc.). In the words of Eugene Debs, "We afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted." This is how I got that way. This is a nameless biography because of my regard for all referenced and the fact that they might not want to have anything to do with me. The biggest impact that TJ had on me was to introduce me to meet the girl/woman whom I married º our first date was the senior prom. She stuck with me through my many periods of intense insecurity, exploration and development. By the time I graduated from Hampden-Sydney, she had graduated from Duke, with a much higher standing than I. Her first job was as editor of the Friday Review of Defense Literature for the Secretary of the Air Force. We used those two years to taste Washington and New York. Then she took a position at Harvard Business School and joined me in Boston, where I was in law school. After we married, she came to Detroit, distinguished herself in urban planning and gave us our daughter. Actual History One of the things which apparently went unnoticed at TJ was the building of the ugly gray caboose-shaped structure on the north side of West Broad, just east of where the railroad and I-I95 (Powhite) now cut across. That was the new headquarters for the Seaboard Railroad and during the summer of 1958, my family moved from Portsmouth to Richmond, my father being a mid-level departmental executive. We settled into a decent house on Brook Road, which was substantially superior to the duplex in the poor white "suburb" of Portsmouth (read Navy Yard) where I had spent the 2nd through the 9th grades. Before that I lived in a number of railroad towns from Savannah to Norfolk as my father's career advanced. In Richmond, I learned that, because I was "college prep," I was expected to take a bus from the north side to TJ. I did so until I could get rides. Is it ironic that Richmond used "busing" to promote privilege and segregation and nobody thought it improper? TJ was overwhelming º it was filled with people who were wealthier, smarter, more experienced, more secure and more sophisticated than I (did I mention better dressed and better looking?). Previously, I had only substantially less advantaged classmates with whom to compare myself. I was quite prideful and had started a brilliant high school career (ninth grade) before Richmond. The next three years were a blur of adjustment, insecurity and envy. It was self-inflicted. No one was actually mean to me. It was more like being invisible. The process of southern social distinctions asserted themselves silently and inexorably. I did not know how or where to fit in. TJ not having a debate team (my anticipated extra-curricular), I pushed myself into track and the Jeffersonian, where I inappropriately became the sports columnist by my senior year. Apart from TJ, I immersed myself in youth work at Ginter Park Methodist. I always thought that I would be a minister. Key Club and Hi-Y were unattainable, but I had deep aspirations. For college, I was supposed to go to Duke and the church was going to pay for it. But I could not get over the fact that I had been thrown into Richmond/TJ in midstream. Given time, I believed that I could attain that which I envied and attempted to emulate. A northside Hi-Y friend told me that he was going to Hampden-Sydney, of which I had never heard. He also indicated that a large number of people in our class were going there. Sight unseen, I applied, was accepted and agreed to attend in order to continue to develop within the "Richmond" milieu. On my first visit to Hampden-Sydney, Martin Luther King, Jr. was giving a speech in front of the Prince Edward County Courthouse. Please remember that they shut down the public schools to avoid integration. It had no affect on me until my senior year, when I did some teaching in the Freedom School to black children with 12-year old minds in 19-year old bodies. At Hampden-Sydney (generally five hundred talented sons of the southern protestant middle class º there were some "strivers" and, according to legend, two known Catholics and one suspected Jew), I joined a fraternity with my northside Hi-Y friend, but was not rushed by the same ones as the "top" people from TJ. Nonetheless, my fraternity brothers were terrific fellows. They took me in, tolerated me, refined me, and partied with me. My quest for acceptance, if not fulfilled, was at least requited. But even through college, I was looking at the other side. Since I had given up the free ride at Duke, I had to pay for college. My father got me a summer job on a segregated (black cook) signal gang on the railroad. It was a high-paying ($3.43 to start) union job compared to the rest of the south. With 3 months work, I could pay for a year of college. It required intense physical labor and took me in "camp cars" to small towns and cities from Richmond to Okeechobee during the years of change from 1961 through 1967. I saw and learned much. Another non-mainstream event occurred in my junior year, Hampden-Sydney was selected for GE's College Bowl and I made the team, being responsible for literature and current events. I was given the semester off to prepare. I holed up in a professor's attic and did nothing but read and review world (read Western) literature for 6 months. For current events, I spent 2 days a week reading the Sunday New York Times from cover to cover. By the time the process was over, the center of the universe was moving. During my senior year at Hampden-Sydney, everyone was preparing for post-graduate study. Still unwilling to commit to theology ( I declined a Rockefeller fellowship for the undecided), I chose law. Most people wanted to go to UVA, but on a lark, I applied to Harvard. UVA would have been another three years with the same (or similar) guys. Incidentally, that same northside friend took the Rockefeller, went to Princeton Theological for a year and then to UVA law, thus avoiding the draft. Thereby hangs a part of this tale. Despite my "finishing" in college, I was economically and socially unprepared for Boston/Cambridge in 1965, moving from the elite of the south to the elite of the country. Even with my scholarships, I had to substitute teach in order to survive. I was a terrible law student, only showing up at the end of the year to take the finals. TJ came to the rescue during my second year in the form of a classmate from the Jeffersonian who was at Harvard for graduate studies in literature after graduating from Amherst. I moved in with him and connected with the intellectual and counter-cultural atmosphere for 2 years. As noted above, my fiancée and TJ classmate moved to Boston for my third year. By graduation from law school in 1968, my draft board told me that I could not stack degrees ( I thought I wanted an MBA). By then, I opposed the war, rather than just being determined to avoid the draft. To avoid more draconian measures, I joined VISTA, was sent to Chicago for training during the 1968 Democratic National Convention, was housed in the Y a block from Grant Park, got tear-gassed, became radicalized, decided to overthrow the government and was assigned to Detroit in the aftermath of the 1967 rebellion. I set out to cure poverty in Detroit and, after 30 plus years of organizing and suing the government and powerful institutions, have obviously failed. On the other hand, to compensate for my privileges, I promised to defend the opponents of the war pro bono until it was over. I did so until the fall of Saigon in May, 1975. In 1978, I was on the first U.S. lawyer's delegation to Vietnam after the war. I had become committed to progressive causes. That in part explains why (except for 10 years with my second wife in a house on the river with 5 cars, a big boat and 3 tuitions), I have always lived and worked downtown in one of the ugliest, most violent and racially segregated cities in the country. Do any of my classmates live in the area? The only thing in my professional life connected to Richmond was the landmark decision by Justice Lewis Powell (read Hunton Williams, I understand that a classmate now runs it) in U.S. v. U.S. District Court, ex rel. Sinclair, outlawing the warrantless political wiretapping program operated by Nixon, Mitchell, Kissinger and Rehnquist. It was my first federal case (with Kunstler and Weinglass of the Chicago 7 trial). By the time it got to the Supreme Court, the parties were represented by law school professors, but I was an interested spectator. In a stunning rebuke of Nixon and reversing his position as President of the ABA, Powell delivered an 8-0 decision outlawing warrantless political wiretapping in the name of "national security" regardless of how the threat is perceived by the authorities. Some historians claim that the decision caused the "Watergate break-in," which occurred the Friday night before the Monday morning announcement of Powell's decision. The question is whether the "plumbers" were putting the taps into the Democratic National Campaign Committee headquarters or, having been tipped off by someone at the Supreme Court about the impending decision, were taking them out. Although I egotistically prefer the latter theory, the evidence is thin. Our class was unique. We were the last and largest all-white college prep class in Richmond public school history (if not anywhere), if I understand things right. I would particularly like to hear from classmates who went on to do civil rights and/or anti-war work. I assume that they are many in Richmond and elsewhere. My debt to TJ is profound. Without the stimulus and support of my classmates, I would be far different and much diminished.