Red Rover, Red Rover Let Kimberly Come Over

There I was.  Just typing away, getting Joe & Galen's info up, and I hear my email dinger  go off. I have mail from Kimberly Fitzpatrick.  I thought ' Why is one of the kids from our cast of Christmas Carol emailing me?'  Then I read (reading is hard) the Masquers part of the subject line--Kimberly Luckenbaugh Fitzpatrick saw the SHip alumni magazine blurb and will be signing on soon.  She spent the afternoon reading through  the whole blog-from this I surmise she either works at home (for IBM) or is some major head honcho who doesn't have to worry about the boss seeing what's on her computer all day.

Kimberly at an Earl Street party, where we did unspeakable things to a doll named Bob.

Hershey Park Happy, Kimberly

'Don't Drink the Water'  

Remote Blogging

Whee, my stalker emails worked--sort of.  Very happy to get Eric Son Of Jarrell on board! Still waiting for Ellen to stop slacking and get pictures of her boys up.  Joe Reeder didn't have time to post, but in my copiously free schedule, I thought I'd take the liberty to do it for him.

Tom & Steven Reeder

I think this is Tom, but who can tell under all the marker?  Joe, did you and Dina not read the 'Never Leave Child Unattended With Marker' warning on the back of the crayolas?

Galen is too busy trying to figure out where to get a refrigerator box big enough for his family to live in after they sell their house.  Which hasn't stopped him from worrying about all y'all's health and well being.  Check out the link to his website for for a Completely Healthy you!

Snowday!

Harrison, Luther and Reggie enjoying a snowday.

It Can't Really Be 20+ Years

I swear I can remember quite a bit about our college and Masquers days like it was only fifteen years ago. It all goes by so so fast. The Masquers pictures I thought I had are not as easily accessible as I thought they were, so I will start with a quick summary of the last oh-too-many years. First I have a picture of me and my wife and our daughter taken about two years ago (we don't have near enough family pictures) and one of my wife and daughter together. I have been married for almost seven years and our daughter will be four in November. I have worked as an environmental and community planner for Montgomery County Planning Commission for the last sixteen years and am now Assistant Section Chief (not assistant to the Section Chief for all you The Office lovers) of Community Planning. I have been very active in Community Theater for the last ten years and that is where I met my wife (who is quite an actor herself if I do say). I will try and post some of those pictures. We are quite lucky to have five very good community theaters within 30 minutes to perform with. Plus I have been active on the Board of our "home" theater. As for Ship, I have not been back in a while, but ten of my closest frat buddies have gotten together each year in the Poconos for the last eighteen years. I currently live in Limerick, Pennsylvania just outside Philadelphia. I would love to catch-up with everyone in more detail and plan to keep an eye on this Blog. It amazes me how often over the years I have thought about each one you. Catch-up more soon.

Eric. Son of Jarrell

Ok, so I am looking at the comment on the post of Ellen's picture.  It is 'Son of J'.  Who the heck?? And then it hits me, CLEARLY IT IS ERIC SON OF JARRELL.  This is so cool.  And clearly I need to get more hobbies.  

We're Not In Kansas Anymore

But Ellen Algiers Diggs is!!!
A great big bloggy welcome to Ellen! Now let's see what those boys of yours look like--oh, and you and your husband, too. You said you were new to the blogosphere, but I am sure you won't have any troubles posting, unlike most of the English Majors. (Chris, you don't count because you started in Journalism.)

Ellen in 'Don't Drink the Water'.

Ellen's Homecoming Debut

Ellen, Four Generations of Slimey Dogs (Yes, there is 1/2 a dead rat in jar of formaldehyde in that bag)

Ellen with Bob & Lori in front of the National Cathedral-before we were thrown out, or maybe after

Trek to see Phil

Nothing is weirder than being with 7,000 other people in the dead of winter waiting to see a groundhog. That's why it was so great. 5:30 am - dancing with people dressed like groundhogs, watching fireworks in the middle of the woods, enjoying a bonfire. Waiting for the break of dawn...

then, actually believing that a rodent can prognosticate. Ah, pagan rituals. Where would we be without them?