Funeral service September 28, 2017: Bill Kenealy’s wife Joanie

Joan Kenealy, Bill and Rick McPartlin June, 2011

From: Johnniejet []
Sent: Sunday, September 17, 2017 11:00 AM
To: Class of 1968
Subject: Sad News


Bill Kenealy’s wife, Joanie, passed this am–an inoperable and untreatable cancer.  I will send along arrangements when I know them. Fuzz


John Adams


From: bill kenealy []
Sent: Wednesday, September 20, 2017 10:58 AM
To: bill kenealy <>
Subject: Joanie’s Services


Dear Friends, Thank you for all your love and support through an unspeakably difficult time.  Below are the details of Joanie’s services.


The visitation/wake will be held at Tusculum Farm in Laytonsville on Wednesday September 27th from 2-4pm and 6-9pm.


Tusculum is located at 4601 Damascus Rd (click for map) and the entrance is easy to miss, especially if you are arriving after dark.  Look for this sign:

​The driveway is 1.3 miles from Sundown Rd. and Damascus Rd.; 2 miles from the intersection of 650 and 97 in Sunshine; 3.1 miles from the intersection of 108 and Damascus Rd.; and .1 miles from Griffith Rd. and 650.  Please drive all the way up the driveway to the farmhouse.


The Funeral Mass will be held at St. Paul’s Catholic Church in Damascus on Thursday September 28th at 11 am.  

St. Paul’s is located at 9240 Damascus Rd.


Following the mass, friends and family are invited to gather at Montgomery Country Club in Laytonsville.

Montgomery Country Club is located at 20908 Golf View Dr.

In lieu of flowers we request that you consider donating in Joanie’s honor to either the Jay Kenealy Fund at The Treatment and Learning Centers, or to the Bwindi Community Program of Uganda,


If you are looking for lodging, best to consider Germantown or Gaithersburg, which are closest to the services.
We are most grateful and deeply moved by the outpouring of love and support we have received over these difficult months. Thank you.

Class notes submitted July 27, 2017

Great then, great now

Coming into view: 50 Year Reunion

(While you read: hear Tom Dorsel’s song: Notre Dame football)

In the aftermath of every reunion, questions come: e.g., “Was Dave Martin there?” “Where does Steve Rechststeiner live these days?” This time around, with the benefit of 50 years of experience, we can learn the answers beforehand and avoid the post-reunion regret. Put the 50 year reunion, May 31-June 3, 2018 on your calendar. Pack your South Bend suitcase: one side for hot weather clothes, one side for the other type, and get in touch with people who are among the most important of your friends.

Finding other alumni is not hard. Notre Dame provides a site for finding addresses, phone numbers, email addresses and, many times, information about employers, spouses and the names of children. The website is You’ll need a username and password. On the mailing label of your Notre Dame Magazine is a number that will serve as your username (one you can change later). Once you have chosen a password to go with the username, you will notice “Find” at the right. Under “Find”, see “Alumni” and, from there, you are off to the races, ready to gather the contact information of friends from our class and from others. And if you have the illusion that a 50 year reunion is unimportant, speak to someone a year or two ahead of us about the experience.

Remember the advice of Eddie Kurtz: “No croakin’.”

Just in case some of us have lost a step during the five decades, the plans being made by Class President Tom Weyer and his committee make some accommodations. The climbing of the dome will occur during daylight hours. The rugby scrimmage will be five minutes shorter than the last time. To the disappointment of Mike Burgener and Joe Blake, there will be no South Bend Ironman competition during the weekend. Father John Sheehan, S.J, who has made his fashion mark at previous reunions, may be asked to design ceremonial garb for class officers; Father John is now pastor of a parish in Amman, Jordan. Chiseled Bill Cleary surely will be ready for dawn calisthenics at the shore of the lake: “Just won the Southeast Regional Handball Tournament (Doubles) in Chattanooga with my partner Rick Graham (Ann Arbor and U of M grad)”. In short, reunion excitement is in store.

(Bill Cleary with his handball partner Rick Graham)

Tom Dorsel, now retired from a career as a psychology professor, sent a link to a song he has written about the ND football team: Tom’s song. Think of Gordon Lightfoot and get ready to enjoy Tom’s humor. He also wrote another song in January, 2017 about Clemson’s national championship. Tom’s daughter graduated from Clemson, so he has what he terms “minimal loyalty”.

John O’Connor, who knew and represented Watergate’s Deep Throat Mark Felt, wrote an even-handed Hill blog article reflecting on former FBI Director James Comey and Mark Felt. See what John wrote.

Tom Loarie sent news of his former Alumni roommate Juan (John) Bolivar’s death during June, 2017:

“Many may remember John as the evening manager of the pool hall underneath the Huddle. John spent many years at United Technologies in senior roles then left to run his own business in Las Cruces, NM. John suffered from COPD. He leaves behind his wife, Susan, of thirty years and his sister, Christina, who attended St. Mary’s.” Tom is co-founder and CEO of Bryologyx as well as host of “The Mentors”,, a radio interview that airs each Saturday.

Dennis Lopez’s death in June, 2017, less than two years after publication of his book, “A Tradesman’s Tale”,, had friends reminiscing and mourning him in emails and poetry. Our blog,, has notes and poems posted.

Denny Lopez

Please send photos and news to: Tom Figel, 1054 West North Shore, Apt. 3E, Chicago, IL 60626, tel. 312-223-9536,

Tom Fitzharris painting at Met, NYC till September 20, 2017

Tom Fitzharris, whose painting has earned him appearances in numbers of galleries and, during summer, 2017, a place among artists invited to work together at the American Academy in Rome, has sent an invitation to view “Leaving Winter”, a work displayed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City:
Dear friends:
I have a painting in the Metropolitan Museum employee show. It’s up until September 20. (See image above of “Leaving Winter”.) Unfortunately, it’s not open to the public. You need an employee to get you in.  So if you’re going to the museum, let me know and I’ll see if I’m going to be there at the same time.

Dennis Lopez remembered July, 2017, a selection

Denny (Not one I wanted to write)

Returned to the ocean

the solace of grief,

erasing old footprints

of sorrow and joy.

Your wind driven grace

on the wave struck shore.



On May 27, 2017, at 11:56 AM, Louis MacKenzie wrote:

On the heels of Don’s and Betty’s moving words about Dennis and the sea, I am taken to those of France’s greatest poet, Charles Baudelaire, who opens his “Man and the Sea” with the following:

“Free man, always will you be drawn to the sea!

The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul

In the unceasing rolling of its waves […]

(my translation)

ps.I am sure you have all seen the piece Dennis wrote for Notre Dame Magazine last Spring. If not, here is the link:

Captain Electric

On Fri, May 26, 2017 at 1:37 PM, Elizabeth Doerr wrote:

No surprise you would choose the water’s edge to leave, sit in a beach chair with the roar of the waves your last sound. In Oregon you joked about selling the sand, just the right bottles, hipster typography. Coulda sold it at the Farmer’s Market and they would have bought it, you said. Wouldn’t even know that some things are free. Sometimes there’s no place left to go but the ocean.

On Fri, May 26, 2017 at 8:59 AM, Don Hynes <> wrote:

Bardo Time

It’s been three days now

as you pilot to the other side.

You took off like a rocket

but the soul slows down

to the speed of life

without a body.

You’ve got a lot to ponder

but plenty of time.

You didn’t want to say goodbye

but we all must, 

confused, distraught, 

and with tears to guide you.

You ran out of fuel

and there’s no way

you’d ride without style.

Not sure if there are bass guitars

or corvettes over there

but I feel you honing in

on the welcome you deserve.

You cut the board straight

and played the music,

laughed at all the fools

and kept time for the band

in your fearless register.

You can lay down arms brother

but the journey’s far from over.

10-4 good buddy.

Let’s stay in touch.

Don Hynes

John Flemming and Dennis Lopez

On Thu, May 25, 2017 at 9:06 PM, Joe Brennan wrote:

Denny’s Passing Shocked sadness An absence of joy The thought of never seeing, talking, joking again A bright light that shone for 50+years of friendship extinguished We all share the tragic loss Knowing the charm, wit, humor and humanity of our departed brother, May our shared memories sustain us thru this trying time Dennis, may you find peace I love you and miss you

I would like to include a poem that Donna wrote last night:

Inside Tears
within shrouded layers
of bewilderment and grief,
there is rendered
for the spirit
a balm, in the knowing
that a certain terrible suffering
has ended;
a balm,
luminous and completing:
a light
inside the tears.

d.m. thibodeaux
c. 2017

From: “Jack Lavelle”

We’re all poleaxed by this…this intolerable loss. I love reading how Dennis’ friends choose to share a few words. Mine are sad, of course:

For Dennis Lopez

His face is smeared in my memory, illumined by subway light.

I see him grinning through chicken-wire glass, the kind they use in emergency exits.

Our friendship was a kind of emergency exit.

We tried, but couldn’t be real friends.

We were both so confused, we tried to be so calculating.

We aimed conversation at each other, missing more often than not.

We were from the same place, sort of.

Our dads had been acquainted

Or so I was told.

Everything was at least arms-length.

Neither allowed anyone closer.

Jack Lavelle

From: Louis MacKenzie

“Un seul être vous manque et tout est dépeuplé (Lamartine). “One person is gone and the world is empty.” Denny was–and still is–one of those larger than life, almost mythic, souls. But larger than life sometimes is bruised and beaten by life. Maybe that’s what we mean by tragic. Our world is a paler place without “Lobo,” without his smile, his laugh from the depths, his zaniness, his music and, dare I say, his struggles. Peace be yours, my friend. Louis

Class Notes submitted April 30, 2017

Then and Now, and All Between

When he moderated the April 21, 2017 journalism panel that lauched the 50 year celebration of The Observer‘s founding, Tom Condon began with the observation that “There is no now without a then.” Then the group of young journalists proceeded to a discussion meant to help a mostly student audience learn about chances and ways to enter today’s journalism. After that, what a “then” we and about 125 present and former Observer staff members celebrated. With John Twohey, Bob Anson, and Bill Giles present, our longtime champion Professor Donald Sniegowski refraining from clarifications, Professor Don Costello sending good wishes, and Pat Collins chiming in with a reflection sent before he headed to a family wedding he called a “no-cut” Philadelphia event, we roamed over our own storied histories as well as companion memories such as the time Brien Murphy opened a Sorin Hall door by ramming his unprotected head through a panel. We let it all hang out, some of us even risking caffeinated coffee during evening hours. It was that kind of weekend. At the Saturday night event that had our table looking like chaperones at a prom, one young speaker looked ahead to additional Observer reunions, maybe a 75th, for example. This brought laughter – from us and from those around us. But, that weekend and in following emails and conversations, all of us – Dennis Gallagher, John McCoy, Tom (Carmel, IN) McKenna, Jay Schwartz, Don Hynes, Tom Condon, Shaun Reynolds and the absent Bill Kelly and Tom Brislin – resolved to try, and to make use of other approaching celebrations.
As we anticipate the 50th reunion coming in June, 2018, the admonition of Eddie Kurtz holds true: “No croakin’.” There is no now without a then, and there is not much appreciation of then or now unless we are gathered for the celebrating. Let’s get the reunion on our calendars, buy the airline tickets, call the old friends, recruit the perennial no-shows (such as Dick Blumberg, John Alzamora, Pat Hermann, and Brian McTigue), change the hearing aid batteries, and build up a tolerance for nighttime cafein. The Great 68 needs full attendance, Philadelphia no-cut weddings and any foot booboos be damned.
Despite their austere, careful habits, Pat DeMare (now well on the mend), Tom Brislin (recovering from surgical correction of a broken neck after a fall) and Mike Hampsey, presently recovering from heart surgery, flirted with the “no croakin'” dictate. Let’s have no more of that.
During the same Observer reunion weekend, Class President Tom Weyer kept his distance from the journalists as well as the Blue-Gold game while he spent time with his St. Mary’s granddaughter, the popular blogger Shannon Weyer, and her lacrosse teammates. The team was trailing by three until Tom Condon‘s presence brought the score to even before Tom had to depart for an Observer dinner. Prior to the Blue-Gold exhibition, we had the benefit of some sharp analyses from Bryan Dunigan and Roger Guerin, assessments now available on our class blog,
Some reunion training is already in progress. The Naples and Bonita Springs, FL area has become a winter training center, with Will Dunfey and Joan (Waters), Roger Guerin, Bob Ptak, Chris Murphy, Paul Dunn, Jeff Keyes, and Bob Brady part of a big Notre Dame group from multiple classes. Bill Mordan and some friends tried out their own get-together: “In April 2017, ‘Traveling Irish’ Dave Brueggen (Mary), Mike Granger (Vicki), and Bill Mordan (Sue), plus eight other ’68 Alums and their spouses, cruised for two weeks around Australia and New Zealand, an Alumni Association Travel Program trip. Professor Bob Schmuhl ’70 and his wife, Judy, were hosts.” Mike Brennan traveled back in time, to memories of the rugby team’s Irish trip 50 years ago: e.g., Dick Carrigan‘s snatching of the Irish flag from the Irish Post Office, the Guiness brewery tour, and the Irish admiration for Bill “Wheels” Kenealy‘s sprints to the try line.
Tom Fitzharris is ready after a heady Italian experience during summer of 2017: “I was a Visiting Artist for four weeks at The American Academy in Rome. Given the writers, architects, archeologists , classical scholars et al: dinners were like General Program seminars.”
John Walsh and Dia, making their wandering way home to Evanston, IL from a winter in San Diego, stopped in the Santa Fe, NM area for a visit with Joe Brennan. The Brennans are selling their desert spread in order to return to northern California.
Don Hynes brought (and sold) many copies of his poetry book “The Irish Girl” at the Observer reunion. The reviews are enthusiastic, including one from a 90 year old Hynes aunt who celebrated her birthday at the racetrack with a daughter,  cigarettes and beer.
Awful news came through Bryan Dunigan: Chuck Kelsey‘s daughter, married mother of three, has died of cancer. The obituary (on the blog) is full of inspiring accomplishments and love. What a loss for Chuck, his family, and us.
Professor James S. O’Rourke has been named to direct Notre Dame’s business education program in the United Kingdom during Spring of 2018. In addition, Jim, who is Director of the Eugene D. Fanning Center for Business Communication, is stepping down. No quit in our classmate, author of 19 books, he will return to the faculty to teach.
As Bill Mordan has shown, emails from outside Chicago, even those with an Alabama inflection, can make it to the class notes. Please send news and photos for posting on the blog: Tom Figel, 1054 West North Shore, Apt.3E, Chicago, IL 60626, tel. 312-223-9536,, blog at

Tom “Wally” McCann death June 20, 2016

RickMcPartlin-TomMcCannCropped-TomMcCannTomMcKennaDaveKabat TomMcCann-2Yearbook (Photos: Top, Rick McPartlin with Tom McCann.  Tom McCann, at left, in natty attire with Tom McKenna and Dave Kabat.  Tom from ND 68 Yearbook)
Thanks to Rick McPartlin and to Bryan Dunigan for notifying everyone of this sad loss.

Thomas Walter McCann, of Oak Park; loving husband and best friend of Kathleen Drumm McCann; devoted and cherished father of Emmett (Lindsay), Mona (Denis) O’Keefe, Peter and Conor; adoring Pop Pop of Beckett, Judson, and Sullivan McCann and Charlie, Eva, Peter, Walt, and Alice O’Keefe. Tom enriched all of us with his wit, wisdom, and passion for life.

Visitation Friday, June 24th, from 3 to 8 pm at Drechsler, Brown and Williams Funeral Home, 203 S. Marion Street, Oak Park, IL. Friends and family will meet at Ascension Church, 801 S. East Avenue, Oak Park, IL, for Mass at 11:30 am on Saturday, June 25th. Interment private.


Pete Farrell, in the lead, hits Princeton retirement tape

On May 24, 2016, at 10:41 AM, Ron Kurtz <> wrote:

Thought you might be interested in the article below (I hope it’s legible) on our brother Rab that appeared in Princeton’s Tiger Blog last month (what, you’re not a viewer?).


A great tribute to someone we’re all proud to call a teammate.




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Sticking A Fork In Peter Farrell release on Peter Farrell’s Retirement 

TigerBlog already knew what Peter Farrell was going to say when it was his time to speak at the Department of Athletics staff meeting yesterday.

It didn’t make it any less stunning to actually hear.

Maybe it’s because here was Princeton’s only women’s track and field coach in the 39-year history of the program, a man who is 69 years old, a thoughtful man, a serious man, a graduate of Notre Dame. Here he was, pretending to stab himself with a fork.

You know, he said. As in “stick a fork in me.” And why? “Because I’m done.”

That’s how Peter Farrell broke the news that he is retiring, bringing down the curtain on a career that saw him coach five decades of women here. The number of athletes has to reach into the thousands.

Farrell spoke for about 15 minutes yesterday at the staff meeting, and in typical fashion most of it was funny. When he was done, he was given a long, long standing ovation from the assembled members of the Department of Athletics. This was a genuine outpouring of emotion.

And speaking of emotions, there were more than a few tears. It’s possible Peter himself teared up. Whether he did or not, he sat down in a chair while everyone else stood applauding. He was clearly overwhelmed by the moment.

That’s what saying goodbye does, especially after 39 years.

Peter knew months ago that this would be it for him. He just didn’t want a big production to be made about it.

The Princeton coach whom TigerBlog can most compare Peter Farrell to is Pete Carril.

They were both ultra-successful coaches, of course. Carril as you know is in the Hall of Fame.

Peter? He’s won 27 Ivy League championships between cross country, indoor track and field and outdoor track and field. He coached 55 All-Americas and 182 Ivy League individual champs. He is the only Ivy women’s track and field coach to win the “triple crown” by sweeping the three league titles in the same year.

Beyond that, they are both a coach-as-philosopher. A conversation with either one that starts with sports will almost surely take you in a completely different direction, one that ultimately is about people and what makes them tick, positively or negatively.

They both have a dry, understated sense of humor. Neither laughs uproariously, just breaking enough of a grin, giving off a sense that they are mildly amused. In reality, TigerBlog has always thought, their minds are just working so fast that they’ve already moved past the punchline to whatever’s coming next. 

They’re both outstanding public speakers, largely because they both speak directly from the heart. They don’t BS anyone, and they have little tolerance for BS when it comes back.

They are among the absolute most genuine people TB has ever met. They are both incredible story-tellers, with incredible stories to tell, of their lives from long before Princeton to the present.

TigerBlog has written often about Carril and how he was no child of privilege. And yet here he was, for 29 years, at a place of privilege. His upbringing shaped everything about him at Princeton. He learned a work ethic early on from his father, who spent 40 years working in the steel mills in Bethlehem, Pa., and he had no tolerance for anyone who tried to cut corners.

Like Carril, Farrell has never forgotten where he came from.  

Farrell is from New York City, in Queens. His father went to Manual Trade High School and won a bronze star in Italy in World War II.

Peter’s older brother Tom ran at Archbishop Molloy High School and eventually would win a bronze medal in the 800 at the 1968 Summer Olympics in Mexico City. Peter also went to Molloy and then to Notre Dame, where he was a five-time All-America. He might have been headed to the Olympics too had not injuries and pneumonia slowed him at the wrong time.

Instead, he went into coaching. He started the girls’ track and field program at Christ the King High School in New York.

And then, in 1977, Sam Howell hired two new track and field coaches at Princeton, one to coach the men’s team and the other to start the women’s program. The men’s coach was Fred Samara. The women’s coach was Peter Farrell.

They started on the same day – September 1, 1977. Fred was in the audience yesterday, still the men’s coach, not going anywhere for the foreseeable future. Books can be written about the dynamic of their relationship since that first day. 

But Peter? Now is his time to step away.

TigerBlog and Peter Farrell got off to a rocky start when they first met, largely because Farrell used to steal the newspapers out of TB’s office. It didn’t take long for TB to get past that and realize that Peter Farrell is unique, special, honest and in his way brilliant.

Through the years, TigerBlog and Farrell have spent hours talking about anything and everything. Princeton sports, yes. But way more than that.

Politics. Religion. Pop culture. Movies. Actors. Music, especially Bruce Springsteen. Really anything.

Peter Farrell is one of TigerBlog’s all-time favorite people. Not just from Princeton Athletics. From anywhere.

And now he’ll be leaving. He deserves it. He’s spent 39 years as a coach, educator, mentor, friend, advocate, confidante, sounding board, advisor to his athletes and his co-workers.

He’s come to work each of those days with the same unwavering drive, competitive spirit and integrity.

People like him don’t walk through the door every day – even if two of them did on the same day nearly 40 years ago.

Now he’s going to walk out the door. Stick a fork in him, as he actually pretended to do yesterday.

At one point of his talk yesterday, Peter paused and put his head down. TigerBlog couldn’t tell if he was struggling to hold it together; if he was, he was able to keep going a few seconds later.

Hey, this is what goodbyes are like. TigerBlog knew it was coming, and yet he was stung by the finality of it all.

He’s happy for Peter. He’s earned the next chapter in his life.

During his talk yesterday, Peter spoke about how the Sam Howell Invitational would be starting this weekend. Then he told the audience a little about who Sam Howell was. And he mentioned a word that is on the plaque for Sam in the Jadwin Gym lobby.

And when he said it, TigerBlog knew immediately that this was a word that perfectly described Peter. One word.


Yeah. That’s Peter.

Beloved. For 39 years. 

Joe Hale writes in the Class of 1968 Way: From an article. . . to a memory

Isn’t this how our conversations go?

Dave Zell sent Joe Hale an email that began with an article he noticed about Air Force cuts, and then, following a reply from Mike Moore, Joe went on to reminisce about Thanksgiving at the Moores’ the first semester of freshman year.

Message group 1:

From: David Zell []
Sent: Friday, May 13, 2016 7:42 PM
Subject: ‘Wiped Out’: Air Force losing pilots and planes to cuts, scrounging for spare parts

I thought you might be interested in this article ‘Wiped Out’: Air Force losing pilots and planes to cuts, scrounging for spare parts.

On 2016-05-14 07:22, Joe Hale wrote:



Martin (“Marty”) Steele (retired from the Marine Corps as a lieutenant general) is my high school classmate from Fayetteville, Arkansas who is now involved with a veterans research program at the University of South Florida in Tampa.  He and I started Catholic grade school together in 1952.  Mike Woods, Pat Long and Mike Moore were Notre Dame classmates of mine who were in the Air Force ROTC program at ND and served several years on active duty after graduation.   The two Mikes and Pat all have pilot licenses and still do some flying.   Pat’s (an aeronautical engineer major at ND who retired from FAA) main interest in retirement seems to be building a plane or two that he can fly.  And I knew Tom Curtin from freshman year on;  he was in Army ROTC with me and is now retired in Northern Virginia from Hartford Insurance.  Tom sees Mike Moore for ND football game watches, etc.;  Mike retired from Cessna and the FBI (after years of hospital administration prior to that) and is also in Northern Virginia.   (While visiting Mike for the ND-Maryland football game several years ago Mike and my ND roommate Tom Culcasi had me stand for photos by Stonewall Jackson’s equestrian statue at the Bull Run (Manassas) battlefield – since I was the only Rebel in our threesome.)

Dave Zell (a semi-retired CPA/lawyer here in Houston) graduated from ND with me and was in Army ROTC with me;  he went to Little Rock Catholic High.   An extremely hard (and serious) worker, he was a football student manager for ND.   Our senior year he was Ara Parseghian’s head student manager (and got one semester of free tuition for his diligence.)   Dave was rather accomplished at painting those gold helmets.

Message 2:

(From Joe Hale)

Tom,  Mike Moore was across the hall from me during our freshman year in Keenan.   You might add that Mike Woods (also on my floor at Keenan) – after his ND B.B.A. in accounting – picked up an MBA from Wright State University in Dayton, Ohio.  My last ND Directory shows that he owns/manages Custom Components International, Inc. in Pewaukee, Wisconsin.  Woods was a graduate of St. Joseph’s H.S. near the ND campus;  he grew up in Niles, MI.

Mike Moore had thirteen of us from Keenan Hall as guests during our initial semester break at his home in Lima, Ohio.   (Mike played football at Lima Central Catholic with Jim Lynch and also knew Jim’s older brother Tom.  Tom was captain of the Navy team;  later he as a three-star admiral headed the Naval Academy.  You see Tom on tv ads for New Day –  mortgage lending that focuses on V.A. loans;  Tom is an Executive Chairman for New Day.)

Back to that semester break visit in Lima:   the local newspaper took a group photo, and the descriptive newspaper article was entitled “Notre Dame Invasion.”   None of us will ever forget that good time in Lima and the Moore family’s great hospitality.

I myself retired from banking/financial services several years ago and also am retired (rank of lieutenant colonel) from the U.S. Army Reserve.   I do some volunteer work and spend time periodically at a lake house co-owned by myself and my brother John (ND Class of ’66) on Beaver Lake in northwest Arkansas (near our hometown of Fayetteville in the Arkansas Ozarks.)   Mike Moore and his wonderful wife Anne once spent a weekend with us on the lake; they much enjoyed the boating and sightseeing – plus the morning walks we took with the nice views of Beaver Lake


  1. Joseph (Joe) Hale

B.B.A. in Finance and Business Economics

Message 3 (from Joe Hale):

Tom,   I would like to include info regarding Tom Culcasi in addition to what I submitted to you earlier today.   Tom was on my wing of Keenan, and he was my roommate for three years (sophomore through senior years.)  Like myself he got a B.B.A., but his concentration was in Marketing.   As mentioned before, Tom, Mike Moore, Tom Curtin and I attended the ND-Maryland game several years ago at the stadium of the Washington Redskins (Fed Ex Field at Landover, Maryland.)   Tom not long prior to that game had retired from the medical equipment sales business;  in that line of work he traveled quite a bit.

Tom and his wife Judy (Judy Donofrio, SMC Class of ’68) got married right after our graduation, and I had the honor of being in that wedding in early June of ’68; the wedding was in Judy’s home town of Skokie, IL.  They have lived for years in Lemont, IL – near Joliet.   Tom has been active in his parish and in the Joliet ND Club.   His and Judy’s three children (two sons and a daughter) all got undergrad degrees from ND.   Judy and Tom have done a lot of traveling and sometimes do so with Phil Mika (retired M.D. – ND grad in ‘68) and Phil’s wife Mimi (SMC Class of ’68.)  Tom and Judy have stayed in touch with Phil and Mimi for many years.    (Phil is from Tom’s hometown of Youngstown, Ohio although Tom graduated from suburban Hubbard High School.)