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Just back from a great weekend in Champaign, Illlinois, where I met up with these friends. Our academic achievements at the U of I have unfortunately been lost. They are buried in the Lincoln Avenue Residence side lawn, where we threw water balloons and incense and lowered the occasional friend out on sheets. Hey. We passed, okay? We played a lot of bridge.

Next to me is Judy, who does the world's best George Washington imitation and can now kick our respective asses in any athletic competition. Pass the chips. Next to her is Candy, a calm and serene individual who still attracts the guys and did so at the Champaign Rap Festival or whatever it was we walked through on Saturday night. In the yellow is Carol, who used to have a Christ-like body and still does.

Obligatory pose in front of the Alma Mater. Thanks to the very nice girl who took this without telling us how odd (or old) we were.

Obligatory pose in front of quad with Foellinger Auditorium in background. It has appeared in at least one movie (Good Will Hunting?), where it purported to be Harvard. Alumni everywhere gasped in the middle of movie theatres when they saw it.

WHAT? THAT'S THE AUDITORIUM AT ILLINOIS! DON'T TRY AND PULL SOME MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE THING ON ME! I KNOW WHAT I SAW!

Obligatory pose in old classroom in Lincoln Hall where we lament not paying more attention. I of course feel particularly guilty now, given my present occupation.

WHY DID WE DO IT?

Obligatory pose in front of old dormitory where anecdotes about frat guys and puking are traded with enthusiasm.

Obligatory Climb-Up-On-Alma-Mater-Statue-And-Risk-Hip-Replacement shot. Notice who had the nerve to do it.

YABBA DABBA DOO! What a great weekend I had. Next time more pix of post-reunion fun in Chicago where Becky gets called Professor Bitch and finds the Special Room.

A bientot

love,

becky

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