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From: JamesRibe@aol.com
Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 21:49:28 EST
Subject: Re: news about Paul Peelle

Notice what this says about the value of running and being in great shape
when it comes to cardiovascular health.
James K. Ribe, MD
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Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 17:32:41 -0500
From: Donald Fujihira <donf@3rdAlternative.net>

Subject: Re: Paul Peelle

Hi Jeff,
Thanks for sending the message out so promptly. I just got back from
visiting Paul and during my visit, John Yinger called. Some other classmates
have also responded. I and everyone in the class really appreciate the
messaging system you've created.

As for Paul, he seems to be doing well. He was sitting up and reading a coin
collecting magazine (coin collecting is a very old hobby of his), so things
appeared almost normal.
Thanks again,

Don

John McDowell has a new book out on Mexican songs about violence.
The title is Poetry and Violence : The Ballad Tradition of Mexico's Costa Chica.

You can read about it on Amazon.com at:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0252025881/qid=1011984024/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_10_2/102-6334266-4666528

I am coauthor of a book about the creation of a new industry
(in this case it is the flat panel display industry).  The
title is Managing New Industry Creation.  Here is the URL:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0804742286/qid=1011984174/sr=1-5/ref=sr_1_11_5/102-6334266-4666528

Dorothy Globus has a new book on catalogs:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1584791039/qid=1011984229/sr=1-3/ref=sr_1_10_3/102-6334266-4666528

A collection of essays by Diana Forsythe, who died in 1997, was published by Stanford University
Press in August 2001 under the title, Studying Those Who Study Us: An Anthropologist in the
World of Artificial Intelligence. 
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0804742030/qid=1011984714/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_8_1/102-6334266-4666528

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Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 15:58:53 -0500
Subject: Bypass surgery
From: "Diana M. and Paul E. Peelle" <peelle@rcn.com>
 

On Tuesday 22 January 2002, I underwent quintuple bypass surgery. It was performed at Saint Francis Hospital in Roslyn, NY (one mile from where I grew up). Even though we live in Amherst, MA, we felt my wife Diana would have the best support system with her parents living just three miles from the hospital-they took care of usual needs (meals, laundry), even packing a lunch for her every day so that she could stay with me throughout the day. Otherwise, she would have had to drive three-quarters of an hour each way to Bay State Hospital and been responsible for usual household things. And her parents would have wanted to come up to see me as well, an additional inconvenience.

Furthermore, I had the same cardiologist and surgeon that did my father-in-law's bypass two years ago. The cardiologist was Dr. Richard Shlofmitz, director of the cardiologist unit and apparently is acknowledged as being one of the best in the field. The surgeon was Dr. Christopher LaMendola who also apparently is making a name for himself. Little did I know as I was going through the surgery that Diana was approached by some hospital personnel who wanted to use me in their publicity publication about Dr. LaMendola. At first, she said no, but they convinced her to accept and thus she and her parents were interviewed. Then, less than 48 hours after surgery, my room was invaded with photographers and equipment and some hospital bigwig, and all sorts of poses were arranged (I will admit that I was exhausted afterwards). Why me? I figure that most of his patients have a score of years on me-for the first time in my life, I guess I was considered a buff guy, in spite of a two week old (new) beard!

Why Dr. LaMendola? The second primary reason we wanted the operation in New York was because he usually does this surgery without stopping the heart, thus avoiding putting me on the heart-lung machine (the benefits are numerous: safer, fewer post-surgical complications, faster recovery). When we asked about this at Bay State, that surgeon said he might consider it if it were one or maybe two bypasses, but he was planning on doing four (the fifth, he said, was too small and he would not attempt that one). Obviously, since I said quintuple, Dr. LaMendola did all five, and without stopping my heart! I did cause him a little bit of trouble: one bypass is usually done with a mammary artery in the left breast since one end is connected to the aorta and is right there; when he went to use it, however, it was too short so he had to cut it and suture both ends instead of just one.

We both really liked Dr. LaMendola. We first met him in the ER the afternoon before surgery. He spent close to half-an-hour with us, describing what would happen and answering all of our questions, with no feeling of time pressure. He really instilled a wonderful sense of reassurance, which was important for both Diana and me. He apparently worked on me for about four hours (I heard the word "tedious", which I will have to ask what that meant when I have my follow-up appointment with him in March), so it took a little longer than he predicted. But I did have another benefit, which I did not expect at all. A couple of days after surgery when I was in the bathroom, I finally started to look at my (shaved!) body, expecting to see the precursor of a long scar on my right leg like my father-in-law's; but all I saw was three "holes." When I asked about this, I learned that Dr. LaMendola is using a new technique where they insert a little camera device into the leg to trace the length of a vein to use and then, snip, and they pull it out like spaghetti! After bypass surgery, I am told, the chest usually heals faster than the leg from which they take the vein. While I admit that these three holes hurt like . . . , it certainly has to be a lot less than if I had that major slice down the length of my leg.

As you might guess, I am recuperating rather well. With my sister being a nurse and, barely a month previously, being with my mother in the hospital after she broke her leg, I learned the importance of the recuperation process. Thus, shortly after regaining consciousness, I began flexing my feet and rotating my ankles, even though I did not feel like wanting to do anything. I discovered a good communication tool, using my left leg/foot to spell out words to the recovery room nurses! I also started working with the inspirator gadget, which not only was hard to do but also was discouraging, knowing that I would have had much higher ml readings before the operation and now could barely manage 1000 ml (I am currently up to almost 2000). The real killer was the coughing that is recommended following the breathing exercise; boy, did that ever hurt!

Missing a whole day of eating, followed by just a couple of meals, I was shocked when they put me on a scale and I had gained twenty pounds! Of course, then I started to notice how fat my legs were and my hands no longer showed my knuckles. They really pumped me up with fluids. Next came the "water pills" to lose it all . . . every hour through several nights, buzzing the nurse to walk me to the bathroom. I have indeed lost those twenty pounds, and I think it was the sixteenth night that I finally slept through. Speaking of pills, I used to brag that I had taken aspirin only once in my life when I had food poisoning (also no novocaine for any of my seven root canals, twelve crowns, and innumerable fillings), always preferring to let my body figure out how to get better, but now I feel like a druggie-right now I have ten pills that I am taking. Nonetheless, I did work pretty hard, when given permission, to wean myself off the narcotic pain killers, and even the Tylenol.

I read through the various literature about what to expect with this procedure. It talked about the depression days, but I figured that since I never got depressed in real life, this didn't apply to me. Sure enough, depression arrived, but I forced myself to eat and do my exercises. Having my wife there a lot certainly helped, and her parents came every day for a couple of hours, too. Don Fujihira came by for a visit, along with a mutual high school friend-the one that convinced me to run track (Don and I were in school together since first grade-how many of you knew that?). I also heard from John Yinger, Judy Lorick, Darwin Stapleton, Tom O'Donnell, and Chris Erb (I hope I didn't forget anybody-I was pretty doped up). Also, my brother R.B. ('67) and his wife visited.

I was discharged from the hospital exactly one week (within an hour!) of when I first entered the ER; while the entire staff was most excellent, I did have "hospitalitis." Within a day at my parents-in-law's, I was much more motivated. With an unusual "heat wave" in the New York area, it allowed me to do my walking exercises outside. By Wednesday, eight days after the operation, I was able to walk one mile-with a good portion uphill-admittedly, it took almost half an hour, but I felt proud of myself. And my heart rate was not that much more than my wife's. Actually, that was another somewhat discouraging thing. All my life, I have liked to keep my pulse right at 60 (lowering to 40 for party tricks back in the old days). After the operation, it has been high ("normal" according to the nurses) and I can't seem to control it. My blood pressure still is low (sometimes they said almost too low). I remember one reading in the hospital where my pulse was the same number as the high value in the blood pressure: 93 pulse and 93/53 bp. At this point, it is down to about 80; maybe it will be a month or so before I get back to my normal 60.

I am "suffering" from one little side effect: a bit of paralysis in my right arm, mostly noticeable in the deadness of my thumb. I tend to do things, such as eating, easily with either hand (as Fuji I think has pointed out previously, I am not ambidextrous, just simply equally uncoordinated on both sides), so it is not much of a hassle except for writing, since I haven't written with my left hand in many years. Someone observed (Fuji again?) that I am just such a cheapskate that I managed to find an excuse to not write out any checks!

Thursday (nine days after operation), I had my check-up with the cardiologist. He listened to my lungs and said: "Your lungs aren't good . . . they're great! It usually takes a month to get them as clear as yours are now." He gave me permission to make the three-and-a-half hour return drive to Amherst (as a passenger in the back), which we did on Friday as we had hoped all along since Diana (a violinist) was playing in a wedding the next day and was conducting a workshop on Sunday for some sixty kids (and she was used to me doing all the administrative work for this annual event, but obviously I had to stay home and thus her responsibilities were increased). I also got permission to take Amtrak to Chicago two weeks later so that we could attend our son Davin's senior year recital (also a violinist) at Northwestern University on Saturday 16 February-obviously the most important event in his career (he wouldn't have minded so much if I had to miss graduation). That is why I worked so hard to recuperate as quickly and safely as possible.

So, how did all of this come about, you might ask (if you have read this far)? Well, I should set the stage by talking briefly about my broken back. Many of my classmates did not know that on the last day of classes our senior year, with the sun shining on the green Parrish lawn and other kids frolicking, a few of us testosterone guys started to "wrassle"-it lasted less than a minute before I was caught in an awkward position and broke my back (I was let out of the infirmary to be carried through the graduation ceremony). While that event ended my "running career", I had to learn how to pay careful attention to my body as I recuperated over the years and at least was able to jog. Now, some three decades later, I still get out fairly frequently to jog between about four to ten miles either solo or with a few others.

Most of you, I think, know that I have managed to go through life without having a real job. In spite of doctoral work in civil engineering, I moved to Amherst in 1973 and have dedicated most of my efforts to volunteer work of all kinds (inspired by my broken back, for example, to campaign for handicapped accessibility) as well as being househusband. Being a good economic manager (and having been treasurer for half a dozen organizations because of that skill), I was able to handle the intentional low income, including health insurance (since my wife teaches violin privately, we never had an employer who would help with any plan). The past decade, however, proved harder and harder to handle insurance costs. Having started off volunteering, fourteen years ago I began part time substitute teaching in the local schools. I decided even to go through the hassle of becoming certified in high school math (although I was in such demand that I was called in over 90% of the time to teach almost every subject). In order to get help with health insurance, I became bolder about trying to land a "permanent" position. This past year, there were three openings in the math department and I found out through a friend on the search committee who I knew outside of school that my interview went extremely well. This was especially encouraging because, according to whatever union rules, I had served enough time on a temporary basis that I would not be allowed to work anymore unless I were "permanent." Then, shockingly, the superintendent instructed the committee to remove my name from any future consideration, my friend informed me. I finally got a meeting with the superintendent, with whom I thought I was always on good terms, but he would not tell me why he would not allow me to be hired. While there were numerous other math teacher openings in other schools, at interviews they would always ask, "You've been at Amherst for 14 years and they have three openings, why aren't they hiring you?" So, I am out of a career that, after giving so much to society and especially a lot to the Amherst school system for very little remuneration, I really wanted to teach high school math (and I live next door to the school).

So what does all of this have to do with quintuple bypass surgery? Well, that was the first time in my life that I ever really had to deal with stress. I was always so relaxed about things, with low blood pressure and pulse rate, I always felt like I was in control, having chosen a low income and managing to survive and raise a family while being happy. But now, when deciding to get a "real" job doing what I really enjoyed, and being loved by the students and appreciated by other teachers (sorry if this sounds self-righteous), all of this is taken away from me for no known reason. I noticed that I started to have chest pains when I went out jogging.

Over the years, I've had various aches and pains, and I was always able to work through them and not have to bother the medical profession for help. But this time, it was different; even my jogging buddies were surprised to hear me talk about this particular pain in such a serious manner. Since it persisted, I made an appointment with the doctor and then scheduled a stress test on 6 July 2001. The cardiologist pushed me harder than he said he was allowed to because I "complained" that I was not even breaking a sweat, being able to talk the whole time and simply speed walk during the test, with no hint of any chest pain whatsoever; he said my heart was great-I asked what about the pain when I ran, and he suggested taking two Advil!  Back at the regular doctor, we explored various other things such as thoracic outlet syndrome and I stopped running for a month. I had another stress test done with radioactive injections so that they could also take pictures on 21-22 August. This cardiologist also pushed me even higher than the previous test (against the rules), and even though I had not run in a month and he finally made the treadmill steep enough and fast enough that I finally started jogging, I still had no chest pain and he said my heart couldn't be any stronger. The nuclear pictures, however, showed a little area that, possibly, maybe, there was a slight chance of something, but it was not worth investigating. I had finally convinced my regular doctor to do a test when I actually had the pain; that is, I would go out jogging and head for the health center and they could do an EKG right then and there (although the pain would usually dissipate fairly quickly after stopping)-even though he feared it might be grounds for malpractice, he arranged for the staff to expect me on a Sunday morning. That worked out quite well, and finally they could see something, although it was still pretty minor. It took considerable more "bargaining" before we all decided to have a catheterization angiogram performed on 10 January 2002. The results were a shock to all (i. e., five blocked arteries).

My main reason for going through all of these things is the importance of knowing your own body. I could have easily ignored the symptoms in the first place. When the first cardiologist suggested simply taking Advil to ease the pain when I ran, it would have been easy to take that route. But I knew that this pain was different and should not be ignored; I really didn't think it was necessarily heart-related and was mostly trying to rule that out as the problem. I certainly wasn't an expected candidate for heart disease since I never smoke or drink alcohol or coffee and very rarely eat red meat, etc., etc. True, I am a chocloholic, and obviously the stress of having my career taken away from me was a significant factor. But being totally unemployed right now, at least I can still say that I have never taken a sick day (as well as having not missed a single day of school since the middle of second grade).

Oh yes, why a two-week old beard (now five-week)? I am singing (or at least still hoping to get strong enough to actually perform) in Gilbert and Sullivan's Trial by Jury in March; I am also co-producing the event for Valley Light Opera, but fortunately it is a very strong all-volunteer company and many others have stepped in to help while I am out of commission.

Anyway, I apologize for filling up your email with this verbal diarrhea, but it gave me something to do while confined during recuperation. I am not going to take the time to edit this to make it more appropriate quality for Swarthmoreans, but then I got my degree in engineering so what would I know anyhow! I will still make it to the annual reunion at Swarthmore in June-I know, our special 35th isn't until 2004, but I go every year without fail. Perhaps I will see some of you there this year and all of you in 2004! In the meantime, pay careful attention to your own body.

Paul E. Peelle
161 High Street
Amherst, MA 01002-1853
413-253-3682
peelle@alum.swarthmore.edu
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Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002
 

From: "Robert Maxym" <robert@hixnet.co.za>

To: "Jeffrey Hart" <hartj@indiana.edu>

Subject: Re: Swarthmore news

Date: Tue, 7 May 2002 11:42:32 +0200

Hi, Jeff! I'm always glad to get news from and about old friends and

acquaintances, and today I feel especially motivated to provide some of my

own, along with a rather unusual, rather supra-Swarthmore story.

My daughter Jireh turned 1 year old on May 1, and in about six weeks my

first daughter Maya will give me the privilege of being a grandfather for

the first time.   What a bizarre confluence of significant events!

Anyway...

I have just recently published the complete score and orchestra parts to a

purely orchestral suite from Jacqueline Martens' full-length 1955 opera

"Children of Africa", in English and Zulu, which I have been musicologically

reconstructing and reorchestrating for about two years now.  As there is no

current sponsorship forthcoming in South Africa (or the U.S. for that

matter) for the production of full international standard performance

materials (full score, orchestra parts, and piano scores for all

protagonists), the composer's heirs and I agreed to arrange a small suite

containing most major themes and orchestral passages of note from the opera

to get at least some of this beautiful music out.  We will be performing it

this year in South Africa, with a CD-recording scheduled for release next

year.

Just before September 11, there was a group of interested parties in Orange

County and Los Angeles leaning towards putting the opera on at the Los

Angeles Forum, but this went up in smoke, so to speak, after the attacks in

New York and Washington.

To put this work in perspective, when the opera was written in 1955 (just

before the official onset of apartheid in South Africa), it was immediately

placed in a secure, dark drawer in the family home in Capetown, as the

manuscript, if discovered, would have led to a criminal conviction on

seditious charges for the composer, a mother of four professionally trained

at the Brussels Conservatoire and lecturing in music at the University of

Durban-Westville.  The subject matter was the encounter, conflict, and

subsequent reconciliation of settler/indigenous peoples in Africa during the

19th century, i.e. blacks and whites holding hands instead of killing each

other.  Forty-five years later, in 2000 and eight years after the composer's

death, however just in time for the "African Renaissance", the composer's

grandson Peter Martens, principal cellist of the Cape Philharmonic Orchestra

in Cape Town, discovered what everyone only knew as "granny's opera" in a

chest of drawers in the attic, a story not dissimilar to Mendelssohn's

finding the manuscript to Bach's B-minor Mass at the Leipzig fish market in

1829...  Because of the work I had done orchestrating Khumalo's Zulu epic

USHAKA, Peter brought the score to me for evaluation.  It turns out the work

is a cultural and musical jewel, and so with the mutual knowledge of my

being entrusted with an artistic oeuvre of significant worldwide musical

value, the heirs and I agreed that I should start working on it.

As my work has progressed, together Peter and I have given short

presentations of the opera (piano and cello, with myself doing some singing

as well) in Pretoria, Capetown, and Newport Beach, CA, moving many

listeners, as well as ourselves, to tears with the gripping music/story

line.  Alas, R&D for an opera (AN OPERA!?)...nix.

And so, with the consent of the composer's heirs, who are the official

copyright holders worldwide on the OPERA (my company only publishes the

SUITE as of yet), I thought I would try this avenue to broadcast an appeal.

If anyone objects to talking about money over the alumni '69 email services,

please don't read any further.  However, if anyone's artistic/aesthetic

fancy has been caught by the exposition of the story surrounding the

creation of the opera, and considers that they represent, in an individual

or executive capacity, a source of global cultural vision in helping to

bring about a first (of many) performance, or in fact if they are even

remotely or blatantly interested in the kudos-factor by doing so, then the

following facts should speak reams of information:

1.    Business and Arts South Africa (BASA) will match any contribution to

any significant South-African-sourced cultural project deemed worthy,

regardless of where the contribution comes from.

2.    The costs of producing international standard performance materials

(orchestra scores -[8] -/orchestra parts - [3 sets, 19 voices] -/pianovocal

scores - [300] - this is an essential minimum to ensure two production sets

and one reserve at all times) - are equivalent to USD $ 50,000 - i.e. we

need to find $25,000, at current exchange rates.

3.    The contribution secures my own "dedicated" work at the computer on

the opera, plus that of two assistants, for one year(!), plus the costs of

all materials (over 75,000 pages of printing alone).

4.    The Opera Company of Artscape in Capetown has during 2001 committed to

producing the opera as soon as materials are available.  The availability of

performance materials would ensure a world premiere performance in Capetown

during 2003 and would inevitably secure international exposure within a

short time thereafter.  To give uninitiated northern hemispherers an idea of

the financial outlay we are talking about in South Africa, the complete

production budget for a run of seven performances in Capetown runs to just

slightly over $150,000 in total, and this would be provided entirely from

South-African-sourced funding.

5.    Kudos take many possible forms, and must be discussed individually and

tailored to the desires of the contributor, but at the very least it

encompasses the official published/broadcast credits whenever and wherever

the opera is produced, discussed, recorded, broadcast, etc. worldwide, plus

significant performance packages.

6.    The heirs of the composer have already taken an official stance that

the grand-rights revenues from one (1) performance of the opera, upon

confirmation of a U.S. or other international production run of the opera

outside of South Africa, shall be dedicated to a charity-of-choice on the

part of the contributor(s).  In the U.S. this will run to approximately 14%

of gate receipts on the night, barring a prior negotiation as to a fixed sum

based on capacity and average ticket price of the venue in which the

performance takes place.

7.     I will be burning a CD of the orchestral suite from the computer

score, using my new Sibelius score-writing software shortly.  This will be

made available to any seriously interested party as an integral part of the

discussion process.

Thank you, Jeff, for allowing this appeal to be aired in this somewhat

unusual manner.

If there is an interest among our readership, corporate or private, I would

appreciate hearing directly at maxymus@hixnet.co.za

Best wishes to everyone.

(Maestro)Robert Maxym

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Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002

It has been a while since I sent you anything.

One interesting piece of new is about the career of Nicholas Kazan.  His latest
screenplay is Enough (2002), a thriller about an abused woman who tries to
escape.

There is a full filmography for Kazan at:
http://us.imdb.com/Name?Kazan,+Nicholas

Tralance Addy attend a conference on entrepreneurship at Swarthmore
on April 7, 2002.  You can read about the conference at:
http://lax.swarthmore.edu/index.html

There is an interesting interview from 1998 with Allan Troxler, who lives in Durham,
N.C., and who has become an avid gardener.  You can see it at:
http://www.sohp.org/research/lfac/N&O/6.5b05-Allan_Troxler.html
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Here is a note from Sue Snider:

From: "Susan Snider" <ssnider@christiestella.net>
To: <hartj@indiana.edu>
Subject: class news
Date: Fri, 14 Jun 2002 14:14:07 -0400


Dear Jeff and classmates,

Last weekend I passed my certification exam to be a whitewater kayak instructor. I think I stressed more about that exam than any in college... but then, I never before tipped over intentionally in a Class 3 rapid with someone watching to see if I did a quick clean roll.
There are two grandchildren on the way! Nate and Cherie have a girl due in September and Jeremy and Allison have
a baby due late November. I am looking forward to the grandmother role, especially since both live in Asheville and I will be close enough to babysit. (Not to mention...when can they start kayaking??:-))

I hope everyone has a good summer and that the drought will end soon!

Sue Snider
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Peter Rush lost his job in May but found another one only a few weeks later.  I am excerpting email he
sent me with news about his activities.

From: PeterRush@aol.com
Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 17:10:19 EDT
Subject: Re: Swarthmore news
To: hartj@indiana.edu

Until last month, I was happily employed at a company I really enjoyed working for, on a mammoth project to create one unified database and computer system to handle the personnel information and payroll for the entire armed forces. At home, life with my eleven-year old son Roman and ten-year-old daughter Nadia are probably par for the course, as they enter the age where they are still children, but want more responsibility, and boy-girl issues are becoming more and more important to them. Most of you who have chlildren have already been there, done that, so I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. (If any of you have found the antidote, please let me know what it is :). )

We still live in Leesburg, Virginia, which is increasingly a bedroom suburb of the exploding D.C. metropolitan area--great for property values, not so great for the spread of housing development after development that has nearly quadrupled the population of the town in the 17 years since we moved here, and which growth has now become the hottest topic of local politics.

My work for the last 7 years has been working with databases, in various capacities, including data warehouse, database design, data modeling, and migrating old systems to new ones. Terms such as "systems analyst," "systems engineer", "information engineer", "database specialist", "data architect," and "data modeler," have been used to describe what I do. "Information Technology" (IT), or "Information Systems" (IS) are the typical buzzwords naming my "industry."

Peter Rush

Carl Kendall delivered a paper at the 2002 Annual Meeting of the Population Association of America in Atlanta in May.
The Local Construction of Unintended Pregnancy among Pregnant and Contracepting Women in New Orleans • Carl Kendall, Tulane University; Aimee Afable, Tulane University; Ilene S. Speizer, Tulane University; Alexis Avery, Tulane University; Norine Schmidt, Tulane University

David Jacqmin delivered a paper on electrohydrodynamics at a meeting in Blacksburg, Va.,
June 23-28, 2002.  See:
http://www.esm.vt.edu/~rbatra/usncam14/khusidsymposium.pdf

You can read an interview with Nancy Bekavac done by PBS Frontline in 1996 in which she recalls her
friendship with Bill Clinton at:
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/choice/bill/bekavac1.html

David Hilgers, Director and President of Hilgers & Watkins P.C., has been appointed to the American Bar Association Health Section Council and is the newly elected Chairman of the Health Section Programs Committee. The American Bar Association Health Law Section is dedicated to increasing interest in the field of health law. It has over 9,000 members which represent all areas of the health law industry and are committed to educating the legal profession in this rapidly changing area of practice. During 2001-2002, Mr. Hilgers acted as Vice Chair for the Managed Care & Insurance Interest Group Section within the ABA Health Section.

There is a story with a few paragraphs about Ron Krall in a Swarthmore Alumni Bulletin from two years back at:
http://www.swarthmore.edu/bulletin/currentissue/biotech.html