Matt Fleury and Elise Passikoff
This is mainly about Matt -- though we hope to have something from and
about Elise eventually...
Albert remembers Matt Fleury talking about how cold it was in Watertown,
N.Y. Matt came from a rural background and was the intense, quiet, literary
type but (says Doug, who knows Matt can handle it!) looked like a real dufus
on his college I.D.
Matt, Marty and Doug all met their academic nadir in Geology 101; Doug
tried to copy off Matt in lab but was so rockophobic that he had to drop
the course after the first test. Later Matt and Marty managed to miss their
anthropology final.
Matt went out with a girl named S. He dumped S. and went with Sheila
from Co-Op City. Then Matt fell for Elise, who claims that Doug was instrumental
in bringing them together. To this day Doug doesn't know what she's talking
about and wishes she would enlighten him.
In the summer after our senior year, Doug lived with Sheila in her apartment
in Bingie. In the same building lived a girl named Sandy, after whom Alan
M. lusted, as well as Steve and Wendy K., who were actually married undergrads.
They all engaged in unusual activities and encouraged Doug to, saying,
"We're your friends and wouldn't want you to do anything bad for you."
(Ask Doug for elucidation.)
Steve K. had been born in Shanghai, where there was a refugee Jewish
community, which was recently profiled in a documentary.
"A" got constantly goofed on. His so-called friends filled
his room to waste level with newspaper. They also moved his bed out to
Lake Lieberman when he was sleeping one night.
Albert remembers Doug playing Chopin on the piano at Broome Hall.
Doug: a French prof I had was a prestigious scholar, a Proust specialist.
His class was absurd and worthless because he would just tell anecdotes
about his childhood and play things on a record player, but addressed nothing
about the course. He gave everybody A's. The whole thing was a joke.
I had another French professor, Mme J. I worked for her husband, a
Lithuanian librarian, who was shocked by the goings-on in the Proust scholar's
class.
Mme J. was one of those 50-ish women who is forever trying to look like
a babe. She dyed her hair platinum blonde, but not nearly often enough.
We always used to say how are Jasenas' roots today? Oh, she really needs
a dye job.
Carol H. was another J. student who had the misfortune of being smitten
with Doug, who always brought her sandwiches from Dickinson dining hall.
She once actually asked him if he was gay and he said no. | 
