Dear Wheatley Wildcats and Other Interested Persons,
Welcome to The Wheatley School Alumni Association Newsletter # 39.
When I first composed Newsletter # 38, it was approximately 45 megabytes, even after using my word-processing software’s useful “Reduce File Size” feature. As my internet service provider limits my emails to 25 MB, I deleted some photos, cropped all the others, and got down to 23MB, so that I was able to send it. However, I received several bounce-backs saying generally that the file was too large, and a few that said specifically that the file was too large because the limit was 20 MB. Thanks to Keith (see below), the on-line version, at http://www.wheatleyalumni.org/BlogPost/Blogpost-20191220-38.html, is the full 45 MB version, with all of the photos and none of the cropping. So if you want to see the full version; or if you’re receiving this Newsletter, which is a mere 10 MB, and didn’t receive the prior one, just click on the link.
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I edit all submissions, even material in quotes, for clarity and concision, without any indication thereof. I am a card-carrying member of the American Civil Liberties Union, and I do not censor ideas, which often are not the same as mine.
Messrs. Storm and Tierney
Writes Gene Razzetti (1961) - “Art, it was great of classmate Rhoda Kalkin Schneider and one-time neighbor Renee Gershen Nadel (1960) to write so nicely about Mr. Martin Tierney and Mr. Howard Storm. Mr. Tierney coached me in freshman football and taught me biology in my sophomore year. I assisted him at varsity football games, carrying the medical kit and performing various acts of first aid under his supervision. I periodically had to apply my acquired first aid expertise while serving in the Navy. Even now, I can't look at an Ace bandage without thinking of him. He had contracted malaria while serving in the Philippines during WWII, and he would have "flare-ups" about once a year, usually requiring hospitalization, once on Christmas Eve. He gave wise counsel and advice, and was a great role model.
If there was something Mr. Storm loved more than English, it was Dramatics. He kept the casts and stage crews jumping through ‘The Crucible’ and pole-vaulting through ‘The Man Who Came To Dinner.’ He made ‘Crucible’ fun (which wasn't easy, given the story line) and ‘The Man’ hysterical.
God Bless both of these two wonderful men. Best to all, Gene”
1958 – Willets Road School Eighth Grade Commencement Program
Note how marriage is predicted for so many girls.
1958 – Stanley Wheeler - Deceased
Writes Betsy Wheeler – “I am the widow of Stan Wheeler, and I am sorry to give you this news. He so enjoyed his days with everyone and always read all the news! ?While in the Berkshires in western MA with 2 great old buddies this last Thursday night, Stan got up after dinner, walked outside, and had a massive heart attack and died. He was at the hunting camp he had enjoyed after Thanksgiving for 45 years. And he was blessed with a very quick and believed to be painless death, for which be grateful. Above is a picture by which to remember him, taken the last time he clammed, just before this Thanksgiving. Betsy”
Published Obituary – “Stan was the husband of Betsy Turnbull Wheeler, to whom he was married for 34 years. Born in Brooklyn, NY in 1940, he was the son of Eugene and Florence Wheeler. He was predeceased by his eldest son, Bradley; and his sister, Florence. He is survived by his brother Eugene, his sister Jacquelyn, his son Stephen, his daughter Pam Buckley, and 7 beloved grandchildren. He graduated from The Wheatley School in Old Westbury, NY and received a BA from Bethany College, Bethany, WV. He began his career as a box salesman at Westvaco, then Bicknell and Fuller, and finally as a rep for NEWW and Seaboard Folding Box. He enjoyed his grandchildren, boating, a good political discussion, and, most of the time, golf.” https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/hyannis-ma/stanley-wheeler-8951856
1959 – Matt Sanzone – The Great Football Debate (Continued)
Writes Matt – “I am responding to the comments of Carl Stewart (1960) in TWSAANL # 38. Carl and I are relative neighbors here in the Berkshires, and I have followed his leadership positions in the school district he volunteers for and serves. Many of the issues confronting his school district are difficult to resolve. Kudos for his efforts.
I do disagree with his position on football: I don’t think the argument vis-a-vis football and school spirit was the only justification expressed for reestablishing a Wheatley football team. What invigorates a sense of school/community spirit is a combination of ALL school activities, extra-curricular and co-curricular, because those activities draw and include a partnership with parents. Football is just one such activity; it is no more important than soccer, tennis, robotics, chorus or the arts. The fact is that all such activities knit the fabric of a school community. Football just happens to include, on average, a greater number of participants. When I was the principal of the middle school in Port Washington, we had a “no cut” policy for all middle school teams. We probably lost more games and contests because every kid on the team played, if for only two innings of a baseball game, or five minutes of a basketball game, etc.! Parents loved it, and the kids were happy that they were “on the team.”
Regarding the injury conundrum: I have no good answer for Carl, but I have seen more torn ACLs and concussions from soccer than most sports.
The Plainedge kerfuffle https://www.nytimes.com/2019/11/02/nyregion/football-coach-suspended-sportsmanship.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share is overblown. I know Rob Shaver, observed him as a high school wrestler at Island Trees High School, and then and now as a high school coach at Plainedge. Wheatley would be lucky to have him among its teaching staff.
Kudos to Rob Scandurra on The Irishman; I, too, almost fell off the couch when I saw the Hildebrandt’s sign. It was our family ice cream mecca!”
1960 – John (“Jack”) Langlois and Ken Martin – Email Treasures
Writes Ken - Dear friends,
George “Dixie” Howell, always the sage visionary, had it right when, over 50 years ago, in the wee morning hours after a blowout with maybe 8 adolescent drunks half sleeping it off on his living room floor, he awoke and walked over to his television set and proceeded to piss on it. Someone yelled out, “Dixie, what are you doing?” He replied, “I hate this fucking thing.” Having just gone through “computer hell” because my hard-drive crashed, I now understand.
While recovering and reorganizing my data, I came across a touching email from classmate Jack Langlois, who at the time was living in Tokyo, and who was wonderfully sincere, kind, and humble. How blessed we all were growing up in that golden era.”
Ken’s original email to Jack:
“Hi Jack, and again Happy New Year to you and yours. I am still working in the company we founded 20 years ago. My two sons are in it with me, and they live in a small upstate NY town where they were raised before going away to college and then entering the Marine Corps. It is an outstanding place to raise children, and it was what made them return.
Eight years ago I opened up a branch warehouse here in Florida. My wife does six months upstate and six months here in New Smyrna Beach (20 miles south of Daytona Beach), while I spend the entire 12 months here in Florida with periodic flights to New York to see the family and grandkids.
Tell me about yourself-what are you doing and what about your family?
Look forward to seeing you and others in May.
Semper Fi, Ken”
Jack’s response to Ken:
“Hi Ken aka Martino: it is really wonderful to get back in touch with you and other classmates. And I want to tell you how much I admire our military. Were you a Marine once? And two sons who were Marines? I had some contact with senior military people in February of 2008 when I was invited to tour our HQs in Seoul, Tokyo and Honolulu. We were given briefings by the commanders of Asia Pacific, including the Marines and the Navy. These guys are really outstanding people with incredible brain powers as well as organization, people, and professional skills. Your sons must be cut from that amazing cloth.
As to me, I had zero contact with the military until 2008. During the Vietnam war period I was in Taiwan studying Chinese, and I had a deferral from the draft. Then I went to graduate school in 1969, with wife in tow, but by then I was too old to be drafted. Ten years later, when I was teaching Chinese history at Bowdoin College, I wanted to do something else, and I wondered if I could cut it in the military. But I couldn't figure out an angle to do it at the ripe age of 37. So I gave up on the idea and started looking for a banking job.
I took off from Bowdoin in 1981 with a sabbatical (50% of my salary), and a couple of research grants, and took a two year "leave" in Beijing and Tokyo. But I was really job hunting. My wife was great since she agreed to go along with my restlessness. I think it was hard on her. But we didn't have kids so there was no child issue. Then I managed to get a job with JP Morgan; in those days the banks didn't have people who knew much about Asia, so I looked pretty interesting to them. (Nowadays they all have reams of smart Chinese or Japanese who have MBAs from Wharton! No need for guys like me.) Morgan was great to me and treated me really well. I spent 17 years there; when we started in NY on low pay, my wife taught Chinese at Hunter College to help make ends meet. (She grew up in Taiwan but was born in Chongqing just after the Japanese surrendered.)
In 1986 the bank sent me to Tokyo, and I remember flying first class for the first time. I was totally blown away. When China business opened up in 1992, the bank sent me to Hong Kong to start business there. I did China stuff until 1999, when I "retired" (I had bumped up against a ceiling!) and went to Princeton to teach as a visiting professor for a couple of years. Then Morgan Stanley hired me to work in Beijing to help them buy non-performing loans from the Chinese banks and resolve them at a profit. That was the aim anyway. Since then we have been in China or Japan or Hong Kong, working for the mortgage bank Countrywide (notorious) for a while distributing mortgage-backed securities to Asian investors; when that blew up I was asked by a Japanese investor to help them make private equity investments in China. So I have been doing that for two years.
We live in Tokyo, but I generally spend weekdays in China. Tokyo is a great place to live; it must be the nicest city in the world. And China is growing like mad, things are changing every day, and I am an independent director of a big Chinese government-owned bank. Compliance is a bit dicey! But my wife and I are homesick for the US. I would like to settle back there this summer. I haven't quite figured out what our game plan will be. We have tended to move a lot, usually every 2-3 years. I don't know what it is like to stay in one place for a long time.
That's a quick snapshot.
Thanks for getting out in front on the reunion. I have heard from several people who say they don't want to attend. I guess reunions are not for everybody. I generally don't attend my college reunions; the friendships there were not as close as those in high school -- by far.
The reason I got to play on Wheatley’s undefeated 1958 football team was because Charlie Schmid's thumb was almost destroyed in a game. For some reason Mr. Lawson threw me into the line, bringing the weight average way down.
Keep it up man. I look forward to seeing you. Jack”
Note - Jack passed away in 2010, the same year he wrote the foregoing email.
1962 – John Kapinos (L) – At the 2018 National Pickleball Championships
1965 - Judy Jasinksi Wilson – Peter Quandt (1966) Remembers
Writes Peter – “I was saddened to hear of Judy Jasinski's passing. To this day, when I turn off Roslyn Road onto Charles St and pass her house on the right, I think of her smiling face. Peter Quandt (Class of 1966, but transferred to Chaminade in 9th grade)”
Peter also writes – “I was in sales with Lucent when Bell/At&T/Lucent still ruled the world. Then they renamed it ‘Avaya’ for no good reason, merged with Alcatel, and lost their way in the Internet era. I have been a business broker for about 12 years, selling small businesses primarily around the Boston area.”
1967 – Judy Ellen Bregman (L) and Ginny Bindman Westerfeld (R)
Writes Judy – “Hi Art: When I was in Cincinnati last week for what was likely my last Federal Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals argument I reunited with Ginny Bindman Westerfeld over dinner. Always good to see old friends. Judy”
1967 – Art Engoron – My Son, the Lawyer
Writes Art – “On December 16, 2019, my son, Ian Abbie Intrator Engoron, was sworn in as an attorney by the New York State Supreme Court, Appellate Division, First Department. That’s him in the white shirt in the middle, surrounded by his parents and five Justices of the Court (in robes). Ian is a second-year associate in the Activist & Equity Investment Practice of Olshan Frome Wolosky LLP, a mid-sized, midtown Manhattan law firm.”
1967 – Jill Simon Forte – Hopes, Fears and Happiness
Writes Jill – “In these perilous times, I keep remembering those days in the 1960s, when we thought that the world would be a better place. My hippie values still hold today, but going forward I am fearful for my grandchildren. My liberal ideas were formed partially from Wheatley. And for those of you who care, I wear a 4-inch button each day that says, “HE IS NOT MY PRESIDENT,” with an upside-down flag to represent distress. I have hopes for better times, but each day they’re fading. My husband Bob (Forte, 1965) keeps me sane and happy. We’re 50 years and still going strong! ”
1967 – Corinne Zebrowski Kaufman – Christmas at Home with Art Engoron (L) and husband Andy Kaufman (R) (and many other family and friends).
1968 – Janet Bernstein Hoffman (R) – Also with Ginny Bindman Westerfeld (L)
Writes Janet – “Ginny and I grew up next door to each other on Shelter Lane, but she lives in Cincinnati, and I live in Cleveland, and we had not seen each other in 40 years. Catching up with each other after so long was wonderful.”
Shelley (“Sheli”) Nan Hershcopf – Opera Composer and All-Around Musician
Writes Sheli - “I've just been selected as a semi-finalist in the Opera Composer division of The American Prize national non-profit competitions in the performing arts for my opera “SAGA of the 21st Century Girl.” I wrote the book and libretto and composed and orchestrated the music. It was performed three evenings at the Osher Studio in Berkeley CA. Here's the link: https://theamericanprize.blogspot.com/2019/12/semi-finalists-composers.html.
The American Prize will be announcing finalists in my division soon. You can learn more about this prestigious national competition here: www.theamericanprize.orgor follow the news on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-American-Prize-celebrating-American-excellence-in-the-arts/214320622728
Or Twitter: https://twitter.com/americanprize
Thank you colleagues, friends, family and the general public for your support, enthusiasm and encouragement.”
Sheli Nan composes music that is fresh, invigorating, accessible, moving, and defies boundaries. She is also a teacher, pianist, harpsichordist, percussionist, and author. Her Baroque and Classical training, coupled with having lived all over the world, produce a unique sound; think of it as a 21st century harmony.
Her music is performed locally, regionally, nationally and internationally. She composes for everything from solo harpsichord and piano up to string quartets, chamber music and orchestra. Her choral music encompasses opera (and librettos,) oratorios and requiems. Some 90 of her pieces in the ASCAP library have been published by PRB Productions, Screaming Mary Music, and Tech-Clazz Publishing Co. In addition to her classical performances, 12 of her CDs, representing a third of her output, can be listened to on Spotify.
In November, 2019, in San Francisco, Ms. Nan's piece, The Last Gesture for soprano, piano and cello, was performed twice. The Last Stop Café: An Oratorio for our Time was also performed in San Francisco in November, 2019. In March 2020 Sheli will present a composer's residency at the University of Puget Sound. The National Association of Composers, USA, NY, in honor of their 40th anniversary, has commissioned a double quintet by Ms. Nan that will be performed in NYC on June 9th. Stay tuned for the location of this event.
Sheli Nan and Husband Sam Tabachnik
1968 – Lisa Mintz Harris – Looking Back
Writes Lisa – “I am sad that people with whom I graduated are not writing in. I don't know if we are apathetic or what. I know when I was going to Wheatley, I only had a couple of friends in my graduating class, and I am still in touch with them. Back then, most of my friends lived in Great Neck. I was the shy one and only came alive when I hung out with kids from other schools or classes. However, since then I became a photographer (a couple of my photos are displayed at the Baldwin Library and at the Jewish Community Center in Oceanside), educator, caseworker, and published author. My latest book, which is semi-autobiographical, is titled “Outside In”; another recent one is called “Summer is Almost Here (My Pen Pal).” It is about a girl writing to another girl, who is transferring to her school in the fall, and who may be different, but ends up being one of her best friends. These days I seem to have many friends. One Wheatley friend thought I had many friends even back then; It is funny how we perceive ourselves.”
Lisa with granddaughter Cora.
1969 – Craig Gomes Newman – Still Loving Hildebrandt’s
Writes Craig – “I make it to Hildebrandt's at least a half dozen times a year, every time I drive anywhere near it. I only get a black and white ice cream soda there. I have been ordering that particular confection for the last 60 years.”
1971 – Michael Sinnott – Deceased
Michael leaves behind Jeffrey, 1973; Leslie, 1975; and James, 1978.
Writes Jeff – “Sad news. The Sinnott family lost big brother Mike on December 1st. He lived in Nicaragua for the past few years, where he wanted to be after a stint in Costa Rica, and after wringing all he could out of life in the US of A. Below is a short reminiscence from a great friend of his, Chad, that pretty much says it all. We Sinnotts, Jeff, Leslie, and Jim, are a bit at a loss for words, which we can safely say was never the case with Mike and his stories. Peace.”
Writes Chad – “Some 20 years ago, while I was working at East Pass Watersports, a white-haired guy that walked with a staff (think Moses) came in and applied for a job as a boat captain. His name was Mike. We already employed a “Captain Mike,” and as this guy appeared old to the rest of the crew, the new hire was lovingly referred to as “Old Man Mike” or “Old Man” for short. Old Man never ceased to amaze us with his stories of surfing famous surf breaks from Montauk NY to Rincon, Puerto Rico, or the winter that he lived on a sailboat surfing Hollister Ranch, CA (with brother Jeff and Cap’m John Crescenzi ). Hell, he even owned Oaks East Skateboard Company. Mike raised his family sailing from South FL to the Bahamas and then Tennessee, which at that time I didn’t even know was possible. He is solely to blame for my love of sailing, as well as many of my surf trips. Anyone that ever met Mike will never forget him. He was selfless to a fault and was always a hopeless romantic. Mike moved to Nicaragua a while ago, but he called almost every month to check in. These calls always started the same way: “Update-Update: Chad, you ain’t going to believe this!” Then he would fill me in on his latest escapade. Mike raised his sails yesterday and left this world behind. I’ll never forget you, Old Man.....”
Writes Leslie – “Yes, Art, our next-door neighbor, Stuart Strachan, 1974, did lead a somewhat similar life.
‘The Concord Street boys.’ I will never forget one afternoon about 12 years ago when Stuart called me from Costa Rica. I knew he and Jeff were there visiting Michael. My immediate reaction to his telephone call was panic; I thought something bad had happened. However, I was very relieved to learn that they were all completely buzzed out on rum, and Stuart just wanted to call and tell me how happy he was to once again be with the Sinnott boys doing what they loved best, surfing, drinking rum and taking about old times.....”
1973 – Robert Jacoff – The Filming of “The Irishman” at His Place of Business
Writes Robert – “I noted Robert Scandurra’s location comments regarding the Netflix “the Irishman” and I feel compelled to note that Hildebrandt’s and Williston Park were not the only local sites used for filming. Two scenes were shot at my place of business, Great Neck Saw Manufacturers, on East Second Street in Mineola.
My grandfather started the company circa 1919, just a small job shop trying to make hack saw blades in Corona. A fire caused them to move shortly thereafter to a location off Cutter Mill Road in Great Neck, thus establishing the name. He and his 4 brothers moved the business to Mineola after World War II, but as they were somewhat established under the ‘Great Neck’ name they just kept it.
The first “Irishman” scene, approximately one hour and 20 minutes in, features Robert DeNiro sitting in an office (our conference room) as a newly appointed local teamster head discussing matters with another teamster. The second, a few minutes later, has Hoffa’s wife gather her belongings in an office (our office) and walk out of the building (our building) and start her car with great trepidation.
It was a great experience to see the inner workings of a film shoot. The prep people were here for a week, arriving on a Monday. DeNiro’s shoot was Thursday and the other scene was Friday. We got to watch Scorsese up close and in action. By Sunday the work crews had put everything back as if nothing had happened.
1973 – Leonard Weinstock – Creative Medicine
Writes Lenny – “On my way to Mr. McCormack’s great algebra class I looked into the typing classroom. I remember thinking that was for the birds – big mistake. The math and science teachers at Wheatley prepared me well for college. It was also lucky that I met my wife in the second year of college, as she occasionally helped me with typing up papers.
Halfway through my Gastro-Intestinal practice I realized that many medical diseases and syndromes were related to the gut and/or inflammation. I got that right. For the last 20 years I have had a blast treating Irritable Bowel Syndrome, Restless Legs Syndrome, and Rosacea by manipulating the microbiome and endorphins (the latter using Low-Dose Naltrexone). In the last 4 years I have subspecialized in two disorders that are poorly recognized and underdiagnosed. Each accounts for many “idiopathic” syndromes and odd symptoms. These are Mast Cell Activation Syndrome and Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. Despite being common, most doctors are unaware of them. If you or family members suffer from undiagnosed/untreatable medical or neuro/psych problems, check these out on the Internet. That is my Public Service Announcement for the day.
I get pleasure from my wonderful family – my wife Marty, my twins, and my three grandchildren. I often find myself thinking about Wheatley, my friends, football, wrestling, playing trumpet in the bands, and the time when the administration took us out of class and made us “rap” all day about why the students were so apathetic.
I spent much of my youth at the Engoron household, and it is extra nice to see Art’s communications.”
1979 - George Romain – Small World Discovered in Los Angeles
Writes George – “After Wheatley I graduated from SUNY Albany in 1984 and Boston University School of Law in 1987. I eventually moved to California and have been practicing in Los Angeles for approximately 32 years. Recently I joined the downtown Los Angeles firm of Anderson, McPharlin & Conners as Senior Counsel, where I was introduced to a fellow attorney who I only knew was from New York. After we both probed a little further, we both came to realize that we had both attended Wheatley. The individual of whom I am speaking is Kenneth D. Watnick, Wheatley1983, a partner at the firm who mentors me. Needless to say, the chances of us landing at the same law firm, after so many years, over quite some distance, is pretty small. Also coincidentally, Ken’s brother, David, is my Wheatley 1979 classmate.”
1959 (Matt Sanzone) – “Great job, Art. I love reading about all the Wheatley alums. I just finished the latest issue. Super!”
1960 (Joanne Festa) – “Once again, a terrific Newsletter! The kindergarten pictures are adorable. I applaud you for all you do. Happy Chanukah to our Jewish Mates, Merry Christmas and a Happy Healthy, Prosperous New Year! Jo Festa”
1961 (Patty Kirk Hefferan) – “Thanks, Arthur. Newsletter # 38 is splendid, simply splendid. I have had brief conversations with Keith Aufhauser (1963) and he is one helluva' nice guy. You are both lucky to be working together. God bless, Patty”
1963 (Martin Kay) – “MANY thanks for your efforts to help us Wheatley-ites keep in touch!! Very much appreciated.”
1965 (Malcolm McNeill) – “Thanks for the newsletters, which seem to get better with every issue! You do good work, Art, and we are all indebted to you for your efforts!”
1965 (Jeffrey Orling) – “Art, As always interesting in a weird way to read about people many of whom I didn't know but were Wheatley people... some I did know.... and how their lives evolved. Always sad to read about someone passing……anyone passing, as it's always too soon. But we can't avoid that one. Happy Holidays! Jeffrey”
1966 (Alison Kent Bermant) – “Many thanks for all that you do to keep these newsletters going.”
1967 (Linda Caterino Kulhavy) – “Your newsletters definitely bring Wheatleyites together.”
1967 (Jill Simon Forte) – “Thank you again for keeping us all up to date.”
1967 (Richard Holub) – “As always, thanks for the newsletter. It makes a nice Sunday morning read!”
1967 (Corinne Zebrowski Kaufman) – “Thank you, Arthur, for keeping us all together!”
1968 (Janet Bernstein Hoffman) – “I enjoy reading all of your newsletters. You do a tremendous job.”
1968 (Laurel Brandt) – “Thanks for all the work you put into these missives. I love the kindergarten photos in Newsletter # 38. BTW, the kindergarten teacher’s name was Mrs. “Hack” (not “Heck”). I was in her class the following year, and we enjoyed the chant, ‘Mrs. Hack sat on a tack.’ I’m certain I never said it aloud in class, but others may not have been so shy!! Laurel Brandt (1968, but left Wheatley after 8th grade)”
1972 (Ilene Kent) – “Many thanks — Happy Holidays — and keep up the good work.”
1973 (Robert Jacoff) – “Love the newsletters.”
1975 (Larry Ensor) – “The newsletters are great; lots of people chiming in.”
1975 (Michael Silber) – “I really enjoy the newsletters. They must be a ton of work, and I admire your dedication to keeping them going.”
1975 (Leslie Sinnott) – “Thanks for doing all you do and keeping us all informed.”
1976 (Bruce King) – “Thanks for all your great work!”
1978 (Dolores Sansone Caplan) – “I’m so impressed with how you stay on top of all this. You’re doing a great job and it’s so appreciated.”
1979 (Gwendolyn McClure) – “Thank you so much Arthur! Wendy McClure ‘79”
1988 (David Mahaffey) – “Terrific as usual. The kindergarten class photos are a nice touch. They are fun to see for people of all ages. Thank you and Happy Holidays – Dave”
1992 (Scott Luba) – “ Thank you for all your time and effort on this!”
That’s it for The Wheatley School Alumni Association Newsletter # 39. Please send me your autobiography before someone else sends me your obituary.