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Pat Ross Hubbs wrote whimsically about her life after sophomore year when she left the Prince Street campus and married an Annapolis midshipman. According to Pat, after Navy duty, the couple made "a great move" to Florida, where David worked for Pratt & Whitney and Pat "did those things that wives do which do not loom large in the reportage of yearbooks, but it was interesting." Things like having four kids, building a "wonderful" house on Cudjoe Key where they lived "the Keys life" of diving, boating, and sun. A short trip to Cozumel led to a seven-year residence and as Pat wrote, "the most fun we ever had." In the interim, Pat had "some interesting jobs in environmental works and a business or two" of her own. I smiled to read that she had never won the Lottery and drives a Ford Escort wagon. "That must tell it all," she adds. She wonders about old friends Polly Nagy, Cenza Colafemina, and "the rest of the crew at Prince Street." She is now at 525 Date Palm Road, Vero Beach, Fla. 32963 and at moparo@juno.com.

Hugh "Bud" Garvin '50, '51 remained at the University for a year of graduate work before serving as a shipboard electronics officer to fulfill his NROTC requirements. After he and Shirley Gantz '52, '53N were married in 1953, he headed a new guided missile service unit until he was released from active duty in 1955. They then moved to Berkeley, Calif., where Bud completed work for his Ph.D. in atomic physics and Shirley worked in the emergency room at the original Kaiser Foundation Hospital. Thereafter, Bud worked on nuclear-thermionic energy conversion in La Jolla, and later Baltimore, before moving to Hughes Research Laboratories in Malibu in 1963. He has worked in developing ion propulsion systems for space applications, high-resolution television projection, laser beam weapon direction, and a spectrum of projects in microelectronics fabrication. In retirement since 1997, Bud and Shirley have enjoyed the freedom to visit their son, a urologist in Washington state, their twin daughters, and their six grandchildren. Bud and Shirley live at 5540 Horizon Drive, Malibu, Calif. 90265.

Morton Keller went to Harvard for three years of doctoral study in American history, married his wife, Phyllis, in 1951, and completed the requirements for his Ph.D. during his three years working in naval intelligence. He writes that "in many ways, my career since then has been a snap." After teaching stints at the University of North Carolina and the University of Pennsylvania, he joined the faculty of Brandeis University, where he has spent "35 lively and satisfying years helping to develop a strong graduate program in American history, writing lots of scholarly and some not-so-scholarly stuff (primarily on political, legal, and economic history)." He has been a visiting professor at the University of Sussex (U.K.) and at Yale University, and was the Harmsworth Professor of American History at Queens College in Oxford (U.K.) in 1980-81. Their daughter is a lawyer in New York and their son is a TV and magazine political commentator in Boston. They have four grandsons. Morton comments: "Fifty years out, what I remember most--and best--about Rochester are my classmates Dick Dales '49, John Murphy '50, '53 (Mas), Tony Davenport '51, and Charlie Adler, Jr., alas, deceased. Also, my teachers: Dick Wade '43, '45 (Mas), Dexter Perkins, and Glyndon Van Deusen, who taught me to get excited about ideas, writing, and teaching. What I regret most is the demise of the Honors program in the 1970s, a victim of the Luddite egalitarianism of the time. In sum, a big net plus." Morton lives at 29 Raymond St., Cambridge, Mass. 02140 and can be reached via e-mail at keller@binah. cc.brandeis.edu.

Before each issue I send out letters to 20 classmates asking what they have done for 50 years. At best, I receive three responses. I do wish that I would hear from more of you who are reluctant to write because they "did those things which do not loom large in the reportage of yearbooks. . . but it was interesting." It is always interesting. No drama? So be it. Write me.

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