So, I’m stepping off the downtown E train in Manhattan’s dank underbelly, and I see this vaguely familiar figure: the slope of the shoulders, the shape of the head kind of thing. “No way!” I think to myself. In my best shadow detective, I push through the crowds like I’m back on the rugby pitch. Daylight at last, I spot my target: elbow more tourists out of the way, I see that he gets stuck at the light, turns, and YAASSSS! It’s Scott Stein. I have now run into him on the mean streets of Gotham twice in as many years. We had a few minutes between the separate events we were attending, and I’m happy to report that Scott continues to enjoy his work at USA Today and splits time between the lower East Side with time out on Long Island in the summer with his wife, Andrea. * Leslie Gregory wrote from the coast of Maine, where she and her betrothed are making plans to merge families and households. This impending melding of lives includes a move inland to a house on a pond featuring its very own colony of beavers! Leslie continues her work in Searsport as a literacy coach and reading teacher. Look out though, because she’s making plans for what she’ll do next. Coming up in the summer of 2016: sea kayaking along with the ACA Whitewater Nationals on the Penobscot. Leslie sends, “Lots of love to my old buddies, would love to hook up when you’re in Maine!” So, call her, would ya? Then write me with pictures! * George Katz and I exchanged messages: over the winter he was down at his sister’s place in Puerto Rico, J-chilling on the beach with a little golf and fishing. His daughter graduated this year from Colby, and we discovered that both of our spawn applied early decision to Colby. We couldn’t help thinking … oh, never mind. At last reading, George’s son Gregory will be at Colby, Class of 2020 (love that, right?!). As for my daughter, once she experienced Burlington she withdrew her application and is headed to UVM in the fall. * Cryptic email from Neal Steingold: Subject: “Golf with Tyger.” Message: “I won.” Tried as I did, bordering on online harassment, I never got the deetz of said golf match. Neal, being an “esq.” and all, it’s possible that he just didn’t want to provide anything discoverable. And so I thusly concede, “Neal, it’s just awesome knowing that you’re still out there giving Tyger his due three decades later. You go, man!” * In May I got a little misty-eyed watching my daughter receive her high school diploma from Mike Schafer along with a wide smile and friendly wink. Together with his wife Gail, Mike has completed his 13th year as head of school at Kimball Union Academy in Meriden, N.H., and graduated my two kids, as well as his own two daughters (his son will graduate in 2019). As we did, the kids call him “the Scafe” though probably not to his face. Mike travels heavily to bring in students from countries as far afield as Uzbekistan; he spent part of this past June on an annual trip to China. For a small school in NH’s central valley, KUA brings significant diversity to the area, a testament to Mike’s efforts. * Here in the Hudson Valley, all well and good, chez Thayer. Like Leslie, I’m plotting my next career move and picking up some tribe along the way. Meetup has been a great resource, hooking me up with the local tech and hiking communities. I started taking pottery classes at a local studio, and I gotta tell you, I’ve never experienced any activity in which I am so consistently perched on the knife edge of failure. Until I can throw straight, everyone is getting slightly off-kilter pencil holders for Christmas, so just tell me what color you want. * Okay, keep the cards and letters coming. xo Thayer! PS to Steve Rowse, beers at apple picking time!