Camp Nebagamon

After a brief hiatus, we are excited to bring the Keylog back!

As Camp became a nonprofit and we brought the Keeping the Fires Burning campaign to a close, we took some important steps to secure Camp’s future and protect the Northwoods home that has meant so much to so many people.

Camp Nebagamon simply wouldn’t be what it is if it were any place else. But when we talk about what makes Camp special, we are really talking about people—the counselors and staff, families, siblings, partners, and the generations of campers who carry Camp friendships with them for decades.

That is what the Keylog is about. The Camp community is something we build and sustain together, and the alumni newsletter is one of the ways we do that. It gives us a chance to share what is happening in the lives of the Camp Family and to celebrate, congratulate, offer support, and stay connected. It can also be a way to find your way back to someone you have lost touch with, or to Camp itself.

So, as we bring the Keylog back, we hope you will make it your own. Yes, YOU, camper in 2015. Yes, YOU, counselor in 1985. Yes, YOU, if you’ve ever been to Family Camp, worked at Camp, or been connected to Camp through someone you love. You are all part of the Camp Family. Share your news. Tell us your stories. Come to an Alumni Reunion. Find a way to reconnect. What makes this place worth carrying forward are the people who have been part of it.

In the following two stories, we hear from two alumni who (go figure!) both became rabbis after serving as co-counselors together back in the 1960s. They also happen to be something of human KTFB postcards: people who have carried their Camp friendships with them for decades and continue to help keep those connections alive.

The Conversations We Have at Camp

Rabbi Allen Bennett’s reflections remind us that some of the most meaningful connections at camp begin with something very simple: someone taking the time to sit down and talk with you.

My second year at Nebagamon was 1958. That summer my solo counselor in Logger 7 was Ray Liebau, who was staff in the sailing project and would eventually become a professor of music at universities in the south. Ray made the time to have personal conversations with each of us in the cabin regularly over the summer and, by the time the summer was over, he had picked up on my interest in sailing and playing piano. His conversations with me provided the encouragement I needed to pursue both interests, things which subsequently became lifelong passions.

After six years as a camper, I joined the staff in 1963. After a one-year stint in the Swamper village, I was thereafter permanently assigned to cabins in the Lumberjack village, where I served until 1969. It was fascinating, enlightening, and life-affirming to be able to gain the trust and respect of teenage boys to the extent that they not only were willing to share their greatest triumphs, but their fears and vulnerabilities as well. Not surprisingly, I am still close with several of those former campers.

In 1970, I left the Nebagamon staff and spent the next thirty-something years becoming and being a rabbi. I rejoined the staff in 2012, first as a trip driver, and then for the next ten years as Quartermaster of the wilderness trip program, and finally as the town driver. From the minute I set foot back in Camp, staffers would approach me to talk about the very same kinds of issues that we had talked about years earlier–things like school, careers, relationships. You name it, we talked about it, sometimes for hours at a time.

I think that the atmosphere at Camp lends itself to these kinds of conversations, and I am not surprised that they continue even after the summer season is over. Away from home and the roles that define us the rest of the year, we get to be our truest selves for eight weeks. That freedom seems to make it easier to form the kinds of deep connections that can be hard to find elsewhere in life.

I am reminded of the line from one of the traditional songs that we sing at the end of each council fire:

“…camping friendships strong and deep, ‘til we meet again…”

The Ways We Connect

Rabbi Ken Kanter takes a longer view, tracing the many ways the Camp Family has communicated over the decades—from handwritten letters to social media. The tools may have changed, but the desire to stay connected has not.

I don’t think there was ever a time when campers liked to write letters to their parents. So, right at the beginning of camp, letters and postcards were encouraged–sometimes assisted by bribes (candy lines).

Having been a counselor for many years, I learned that letters home could sometimes tell a counselor how a camper was doing. When a camper wrote home too often, it could be a sign of homesickness or stress in the cabin. Sometimes these letters were not written to parents, but to others in their lives. I must ‘own up’ to a letter I wrote my first summer to my grandfather!

In the winter of 1961, a few months before my first year as a Swamper, my father took me to lunch with my grandfather (his father) who was a doctor of OB-GYN. My dad thought this would be a great way for me to learn all about “the birds” and “the bees” and to formalize the discussions and the books they had given me. My grandfather had gathered all his medical charts and models of human bodies, and by the time the lesson was over, I could have taught a course in anatomy.

There we were on our first overnight trip as swampers to Bony Lake, led by “Ma Bony” himself, Larry Cartwright. That night, in the tent, two of the four of us (not me!) started talking about where babies came from, and of course, ten-year-old Professor-Doctor Kenny Kanter proceeded to repeat most of what the real doctor Kanter had taught. After my lecture was over, we heard enthusiastic applause, followed by the counselors ordering us out of the tent to wash our mouths with Ivory liquid. The longest “postcard” I ever wrote was to my grandfather, bitterly relaying to him on CN letterhead how upset I was about what had happened thanks to his lesson! When he passed away ten years later, that letter was still in the top drawer of his desk.

Looking back, I suspect the postcard itself is not what makes this story so memorable. It is the friendship behind it—the four of us in that tent at Bony Lake, the laughter, the trouble we got into, and the story we would carry with us.

When you think of Camp letters, everyone remembers the ubiquitous goldenrod paper. For scores of summers, parent letters would be handwritten or typed by counselors on that letterhead and sent by mail to homes around the country and the world. These letters were certainly a way for parents to know that their sons were safe and having fun. But they were more than that. A counselor’s letter gave parents a glimpse into their son’s summer and into the person he was becoming. It was one of the ways that counselors and families got to know one another, and one more thread connecting the Camp Family to one another.

Of course, technology has caught up with some of these communication varieties. While Camp has worked hard to keep the camper experience low-tech, some things have changed for the better over the years. Many of us can remember the camp intercom, with long and short rings, each representing a different location. One long dot and two dashes meant the Big House. Three long sounds meant the waterfront. When I was a counselor all those decades ago, there was one payphone for calls outside of Camp, found in a small room between the jop and the kitchen in the Big House.

And finally, from a long-distance perspective of years, the most treasured form of connection at camp has always been between friends. Whether it is at a reunion or Family Camp, Boundary Water trips together with friends from all those years ago, a handwritten letter, an email, FaceTime, Zoom, or through social media, Camp friendships are never far away. Covid inspired many cabin groups from decades ago to reinstitute group conversations via regular Zoom calls—all of which end the same way: “For the memories of you which will live all year through, thank you Camp Nebagamon!”

This summer, one Lumberjack who spent almost every day at the climbing project decided to push himself out of his comfort zone. Working with the climbing staff, he planned to climb the wall 100 times in six consecutive project periods. That’s just over three and a half minutes per lap on the wall for six hours!

If you haven’t seen our climbing wall since it was constructed in 2009, you should know that it is really tall. 50 feet, to be exact. When campers look up at the wall for the first time, it can be daunting and it can take some time to get comfortable maneuvering dozens of feet above the ground. Ascending the wall once, let alone 100 times in a row, obviously requires a significant individual effort. It takes perseverance, problem solving, and skill development. Campers often spend many project periods working towards climbing ranks, gaining competence and confidence along the way.

At the same time, scaling the wall is a team effort. Behind every climber is a belayer completing their checks, ensuring safety on the wall, and guiding their partner towards optimal next moves.

One of the coolest parts of the climbing project at Nebagamon is that campers can learn to belay, and then belay their friends up the wall. As the Lumberjack prepared for his marathon, his first order of business was selecting a belayer. It was an easy choice, a cabinmate who shared his passion for climbing. His buddy was all in.

As the challenge commenced, the climbing project was the place to be. A crowd amassed at the bottom of the wall, cheering on the climber and the belayer, watching in awe as the tandem remained totally in sync, hour after hour. The Lumberjack flew up the wall, finishing some ascents in less than a minute! As soon as he touched down, he’d head right back up again. Meanwhile, his belayer kept up with his friend, pulling the rope through the Grigri belay device, shouting out words of support to his partner as he negotiated the wall above.

As impressive as their individual efforts were, the standout performance was their teamwork. When the 100th lap was completed, the two celebrated together.

During our final Keylog ceremony of the summer, a ninth grader in his closing message to the camp family described Nebagamon as his “oasis.” He talked about the challenges of growing up in 2026 and how, in his camper career, he had found refuge at Camp Nebagamon. He pointed out that the oasis exists because of the people in it. Our camp experience is shaped by those who join us on the journey. Behind all of our individual accomplishments, supporting all of our growth, sharing our joyous camp memories, are friends and counselors who walk with us along the way.

Those relationships we build know no bounds. They extend high above our climbing wall and far beyond Paul Bunyan’s gaze. Our camp friends belay us through life, providing guidance, support, and sharing in all the joy that life brings our way.

Camp and the alumni community wouldn’t be what they are without the directors who have poured so much of themselves into this place over the years. We know our alumni are interested in hearing about what they’re up to now!

By Sally Lorber Stein

As you climb a mountain and look behind yourself, the view gets longer and longer as you ascend. Likewise, as I have climbed by years, now at age 92, I have a more expansive view of conversations, incidents, places, and events that happened long ago. My perspective further expands as many Nebagamon alumni, campers and staff reach out to me and express gratitude for what camp has meant to them in their lives. Sometimes they describe mid-course corrections of their own life’s path and share how their camp years influenced these decisions. What they share further refreshes and expands my memory.

Sometimes these are bittersweet moments when I miss Nardie, who died in 2022: he would have deeply appreciated these updates. There were a few alumni who were aware he was fading fast, and who called or wrote to deliver words of affirmation that were deeply meaningful to him in his final days.

Fortunately, I also have a closer View from Here when I am at our family home down the street from camp’s back gate. During the summer, I often hear campers’ happy voices from the waterfront. When on our dock, I feast my eyes with views of sailboats, canoes, kayaks, and paddleboards being supervised by staff in nearby boats. Occasionally, I hear shrieks from a kid on the fishing dock who caught a big (or little) fish. Also, I see today’s Cruiser Day Swampers (tomorrow’s Lumberjacks) walking to the village for a long-anticipated ice cream treat.

My View From Here is one of joy, contentment, and gratitude to current dedicated camp administrators and staff and to all of those who carried the torch after Nardie and I retired. Each of those directors preserved and improved our collective views of Camp Nebagamon and for that, I am deeply grateful.

The View From Here

By Roger and Judy Wallenstein

Filling out a form asking for one’s employment status has been an interesting exercise for us the past 21 years. We haven’t had an employer, but writing “retired” on that dotted line is not who we are. The year-round super-charged activity of being the directors of Camp Nebagamon for 15 years, an experience unmatched by anything in our wildest dreams, may have exited our lives, but “retired?” Well, not so much.

Soon after leaving camp, we found a second home in the Coachella Valley of California about 20 miles east of Palm Springs in Indio to which we moved fulltime in the fall of 2024. We always will consider ourselves Chicagoans, but we’ve made friends through golfing, bicycling (we’re done with that now), hiking the desert mountains while living in a 55-and-over community.

Chet and Billy and their spouses Chris and Nikki are raising families in Issaquah, WA and Deerfield, IL, respectively. Grandsons Jacob and Josh have experienced the joy of being Nebagamon campers while granddaughters Ava and Jordyn also have had the privilege of outstanding summer camp opportunities. Hearing their stories and descriptions of their summers is a meaningful way to remind us of the value of camp for millions of kids.

We served on the board of a Catholic girls high school in Chicago, and immediately after departing Nebagamon Judy became a board member of Camp of Dreams, a year-round program for kids primarily on the South Side of Chicago who attended Saturday enrichment classes and then enjoyed three weeks of summer camp. Eventually Roger and CN alum Bud and Hazel Herzog became involved as well as the Camp Nebagamon Scholarship Fund, which generously contributed financial support.

In California we’re active with our community’s Employee Scholarship Committee, which provides financial aid for post-secondary education for the families of the people who work where we live. Many of the young recipients are the first in their families to attend college.

For eight years we traveled 25 miles to an elementary school to work with fourth-graders in one of the poorest areas in the country. The parents of most of these youngsters are agricultural and hospitality industry workers, a demographic that offered us a look into the lives of folks far different than ourselves.

Baseball has remained in our lives thanks (sometime not) to the Chicago White Sox and the Chicago Park District, where Roger coached high school athletes for seven years until in his late 60s he no longer was much good pitching batting practice. He also wrote a column about the Sox for 11 years for the website Beachwood Reporter, being a two-time finalist from the Chicago Headline Club for his blog.

More recently Roger served on Camp Nebagamon’s board of directors as Nebagamon birthed its journey into the not-for-profit world.

While the world presents different challenges than when we left Nebagamon in the early aughts, a notable slice of our daily lives continues to instill gratitude and enjoyment. A partial list would include desert sunsets, taking two hours to make a really nice dinner, lifelong friends, Skechers slip-ins, chips from 20 yards (or more) off the green that magically drop into the cup, ice cream, John Coltrane, good doctors who genuinely care, Weber’s 22-inch charcoal grills, watching sports both live and on television, Chicago-style hot dogs, book club, naps, Pilates, and child-centered youth organizations like Camp Nebagamon which have stayed true to their mission offering kids an independent, educational, and fun experience that stays with them for a lifetime.

The View From Here

By Stephanie Hanson and Adam Kaplan

We are just wrapping up our second summer of retirement. If we are being honest, there are many things that we miss about spending the summer up at Camp. We miss that unmistakable smell of pine trees that anyone who has spent time at camp recognizes as soon as they arrive. We miss working with our year-round staff who dedicate so much of their being to supporting Nebagamon. We miss admiring and watching the amazing summer staff that pour so much time and energy into providing life-changing and fun summers for kids. We miss working with parents as they muddle through their first summers away from their kids and the feeling of child-sickeness (a first cousin of homesickness!). We miss the captive audience in the Rec Hall after every meal to workshop our comedic genius (yeah…Adam wrote that). But most of all we miss those kids. We miss that front row seat to watching kids laugh, and grow, and accept challenges, and have unabashed fun.

Still, retirement is not all about what we are missing; retirement has its perks too!  It has afforded us some family time that we never had during our summers.  One of the things we have always missed out on is the summer family trip that so many get to enjoy.  We have tried to make up for lost time with a family trip last summer to Africa, and another amazing one this summer to Alaska. (You may have noticed that apparently we are only interested in 6-letter locations that start and end with the letter “A”. Next summer, we are deciding between Acadia and Ankara!)  These have been incredible opportunities to see things we had never seen and spend special time together as a family while our kids are still on school calendars.  Another amazing perk we have enjoyed during these two summers is the ability to sleep through the night…and Adam swears his hair is growing back and that he is two inches taller!

We have also really enjoyed watching Nebagamon’s new leadership come into their own. We remain grateful to Camp’s board of directors for their commitment and leadership. We have admired the ability of the year-round camp team to not only maintain what has always been so special, but to actually augment it and make exciting changes to the program that make Camp even better. We have been impressed with their ability to handle challenges with aplomb and grace. Hats off to Noah, Louis, Larry, Katie, Andy, Joe, Jeremy, and Cody. They are amazing.

All is well in Minnesota…

By David Zalk

It would be easy to assume that the two bells at Camp Nebagamon (the one by the rec hall that we hear multiple times a day, and its rarely used twin, the “fire bell” by the back corner of the Big House) are leftovers from the time when Camp’s property was a Weyerhaeuser lumber mill. In fact, they were gifts to Camp from the family of an early camper.

Charles Zalk, of Duluth, Minnesota, was a camper at Nebagamon in the 1930s. His father, Louis Zalk, was president of Duluth Iron & Metal Company, which was in the business of shipping scrap iron down the Great Lakes from Duluth to be used in the steel mills in Gary, Indiana and elsewhere. Camp’s bells had originally been installed on large railroad locomotives, back in the days of steam engines. When those two locomotives came into the possession of Duluth Iron & Metal Company for purposes of being scrapped, Louis Zalk salvaged both bells and gave them to Muggs Lorber for use at Camp.

Undoubtedly, Louis would be pleased to know that his gift has proven so enduringly useful, being partly responsible for waking up Camp and keeping it running on time all day every day for nearly 100 years, but a more important legacy that would please him is that his great-great-grandson, Julian Zalk, is now a fourth-generation camper.

The saying goes that we should aim to leave our campsites better than we found them. We teach this value to our campers, in camp and out on trail. Campers don’t just leave no trace, they pick up trash they find in the woods, remove downed branches from trails, and leave a little firewood at their campsites for the next group.

This was Andy Mack and Joe Crain’s final summer as Caretakers here at Camp Nebagamon. For over 30 years, they’ve both lived that saying every day.

Their impact has been undeniably massive. Each of the over 90 buildings at camp, and the grounds in between, have been touched by Andy and Joe. Every program area, every camper cabin, every chair in the Rec Hall, every inch of our trail system, and every drop of paint on every wall of every building in camp has their fingerprints. Well… maybe not literally, like I said, they are experts at leaving no trace! Together, Andy and Joe oversaw decades of growth and development of the grounds including big projects like entirely remodeling our Jops and building the climbing wall.

Andy, as Head Caretaker, took on the training and management of our pre-camp crew, seasonal Caretakers, and broad project management. He has taught countless staffers how to prep a work surface, hold a paint brush, and clean up after themselves.

Joe’s projects illuminated camp, literally – he converted each and every one of camp’s lights to LEDs. Our five-mile trail system was cut entirely by Joe, opening up many more of our 77 acres for campers to explore. Many whimsical whirligigs that dot the Hill were lovingly handcrafted by Joe in the style and tradition of the Caretakers who came before him.

As their final chapters as Caretakers at Nebagamon come to a close, Andy and Joe continue to pour their souls into Camp Nebagamon. They are working on projects that they won’t see through, preparing the grounds for winter, and passing the torch, teaching our next Head Caretaker, Jeremy Nordin-Berghuis and Caretaker Cody Keys as much as they can. And they are putting camp to bed for one last time, for the next generation of Caretakers, campers, and staff to awaken in the Spring and continue the work of improving our campsite.

We are endlessly grateful for the dedication Andy and Joe showed over each of their 30+ year careers at Camp Nebagamon. Each of them touched the lives of our campers and staff in their own ways. Our campsite is in pristine condition, ready for the campers of 2027 and beyond, because of the work of Andy and Joe. Without question, they have left this campsite better than they found it.

It May Interest You To Know…

Bob Bergen (Cincinnati, OH/Los Angeles CA 1975-’77) is currently working on several animated films and games. As a voice actor, some of his recent films include Wicked: For Good, Zootopia 2, Toy Story 5, and the upcoming Netflix animated feature Steps. He serves as National Chair of the Voiceover Committee at SAG-AFTRA, on The Actors Branch Executive Committee at The Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences, teaches animation, is writing a memoir, and sleeps on occasion…

Matt Bernstein (Fort Worth, TX/Denver, CO 1991-’97) is Vice President of NexGen Properties, a commercial real estate company in Denver, where he lives with his wife, Natalie, and their daughters, Maddie and Halle.

Richard Beveridge (Lancaster, England, 1992) settled in Lancaster in the north of England, where he has been refereeing club rugby since 2010. By fall 2026, he will have refereed his 500th match! At 56, his wife is trying to persuade him to hang up the cleats and whistle, but he thinks he has a season or two left.

Peter Blair (Memphis, TN/Waxhaw, NC 1986-’90, ’92-’98, ’01) is the President and CEO of the Lynnwood Foundation, which owns and operates the Duke Mansion and Lee Institute. He loves the positive impact they are able to make on the greater Charlotte community through their work strengthening leaders and organizations in the non-profit and civic sectors.

Justin Blue (1987-’93, ’94-’95) has two children, Ava (2) and Gabrial (6). He is working for Baker Hughes, an energy technology company, and recently presented on the subject of Big Data and its role in the petrochemicals industry.

Buddy Blattner (Kansas City, MO/Sun City West, AZ 1969-’73) is beginning to slow down his work after selling his company in 2016 and then working as a management consultant in Phoenix. Now in “semi-retirement,” he’s turning his attention to writing a book.

Spencer Brown (Pepper Pike, OH/Cave Creek, AZ 1996-’00, ’02-’07, ’09, ’13, ’16-’18, ’24-’25) is in his 21st year in education as a teacher. He is currently teaching seventh grade social studies and is also the yearbook coordinator for Desert Shadows Middle School in Paradise Valley, AZ.

Zack Colman (West Bloomfield, MI 1994-’99, ’02-’06) Relocated to the Seattle area for an opportunity with Amazon on the Private Brands Team as a Senior Technical Product Manager (buy up those Amazon Basics and Whole Foods 365 products!).

Paul Craig (1959-’64, ’65-’71, ’74-’76) has retired from Iowa State University and is living large in Ankeny, IA. As he puts it, “Is this heaven? No, it’s Iowa!” Paul and Kathy enjoy spending time with their five grandkids and three great-grandchildren.

Raven Deerwater (1970-’74, ’76-’85) has retired from the tax business, selling his practice. He still lives on the Mendocino Coast. In “retirement,” there are two programs which take up a great deal of his time. The first is a part-time job, through the University of Michigan, as a remote coach to mathematics teachers who are teaching underserved students. The second is called Copper to Gold, which is described as a transformative approach to racial amity, where he and his wife Rebecca serve as remote facilitators.

Jon Fawcett (Somerset, England/Brisbane, Australia 1991, ’92, ’94, ’96-’99, ’00, ’02, ’07, ’23) is currently Campus Manager at Kaplan Business School in Brisbane and the Gold Coast.

Peter Fechheimer (Highland Park, IL /Nashville, TN 1951-53) is a lifeguard and believes he may be the oldest lifeguard in the country!

Dylan Fox (St. Louis/2012-’17, ’19-’21) graduated from UCLA with a BS in Cognitive Science in 2025! He hopes to pursue work at the intersection of neuroscience/psychological science, AI/software development, and science writing and research.

Bill Friedman (Evanston, IL 1985-’89, ’91) is the Vice President of Originals & Storytelling at the Big Ten Network in Chicago. He lives with his wife Marissa Jones Friedman in Bill’s hometown of Evanston, IL.

David Greenhouse (New York, NY/Berlin 1991-’93) lives in Berlin with his two kids and works for Microsoft as an advertising technology consultant.

Bill Guthman (Atlanta, GA/Hixson, TN 1970-‘75 has been the Sales Director for Tennessee Brown Bag, a Chattanooga-based, female-owned manufacturer of premium thin-cut homestyle beef jerky, for the past five years. Life keeps Bill and his wife, Cheryl, busy as they celebrate 25 years of marriage and raise three great-granddaughters—6-year-old twins and a 9-year-old, all girls!

Patrick Harr (Maryville, MO 1962-’66, ’75) has been a Family Physician in his hometown of Maryville, MO, for 38 years and has served as team physician for the local high school and Northwest Missouri State University since 1974. He has been active in the American Academy of Family Physicians, including serving as its national president, and his work in sports medicine has earned him selection to four sports halls of fame. Patrick has many fond memories of Camp as a counselor and from his time as Camp Doc in 1975!

Jay Kolbrener (St. Louis/Charlottesville, VA 1979-’83, ’87, ’91, ’94, ’95) continues to teach fourth grade at a diverse school where approximately 30 languages are spoken! He shares that Camp Nebagamon continues to have a profound impact on his career as an educator.

John Kupper (Milwaukee, WI/Wilmette, IL 1970-73, ’74-’76) is semi-retired from his political consulting business, which leaves plenty of time for two granddaughters who live in nearby Glenview, IL. He’s still in touch by email and Zoom with old camp friends Ken Brown, Jeff Pizitz, Gary Silversmith and Hugh Broder and former-counselors Frank Sachs, John Kander and Ken Kanter. And after more than 30 years in Chicago, he’s still a Green Bay Packers fan!

Joe Marwil (Lexington/Irvine, KY 1992-’94, ’96-’00, ’05) has lived on his great-grandparents’ 100-acre farm in rural eastern Kentucky since 2016 with his wife, Kara, and their four kids: three girls aged 17, 12, and 8, and a 6 year-old boy and future camper! Joe stays busy project-managing and producing construction drawings for a wide range of public and private projects, including sports complexes, pools, water parks, and libraries.

Steve Reichert (Cincinnati, OH/Tenafly, NJ 1974-’79, ’81) ended up in New Jersey after medical school in Ohio, where he now works as a Palliative Care physician and serves as Director of Palliative Care at St. Barnabas Hospital in the Bronx. But, he says, the best part of being a doctor was spending several summers as Camp Doc while his sons, Sam and Harrison, were campers. One of his highlights was watching Sam’s Council Fire. Steve is already looking forward to Camp’s 100th!

Brady Rivkin (Lincolnshire, IL 2014-’19, ’21-’22) started singing in the Apollo Chorus!

Roger Rosenthal (Cincinnati, OH 1967-’70) is the owner of Roger’s Collectibles, where he deals in sports collectibles.

Edgar Rothschild (Memphis/Nashville TN 1961-’66) is retired after 41 years of law practice.

Rick Smith (Highland Park, IL 1971-’76, ’78, ’80) is the agent for Ben Johnson of the Chicago Bears, Dan Campbell of the Detroit Lions, Dan Quinn of the Washington Commanders, and Klint Kubiak of the Las Vegas Raiders.

Donald Ullmann (Highland Park, IL/Longboat Key, FL 1969-’72, ’75, ’77) has been happily married for 41 years and has three married kids and one adorable granddaughter. Don has had a career on Wall Street and is still doing mutual fund and charity board work. He lives in Florida and New Jersey.

Tom Wall (St. Louis 1989-’91) is the second-generation owner and principal architect for Mitchell Wall Architecture and Design. With projects reaching as far as Oman, they do work all over the world.

Brian Zager (1993-’99, ’01-’03) has moved to Basalt, CO, outside of Aspen, with his wife Suzie and their two daughters, Cora and Isabel.

We are sad to report the deaths of the following alumni and members of the Camp Family:

Jeanne Aronoff (Austin, TX); Linda Blumberg (Highland Park, IL); Jed Dreifus (Memphis, TN 1940-’47); Gordon Frank (Dallas, TX 1938-’42); Gary Friedman (Highland Park, IL 1968-’70, ‘74-’75, ’78); Ralph Greil (Montgomery, AL/Atlanta, GA 1959-63, ‘65); Glenn Kiersky (Memphis, TN 1959-’67); Kari Lehrer (Herndon, VA); Augie Munoz (DeForest, WI 1956-’58); Jorgen Nielson (Denmark, 1963-’64); Louis Olswang (Highland Park, IL 2009-’13); Michael “Mike Rob” Robinson (Duluth, GA 1996-’01, ‘05-’06); Bill Sloan (Los Angeles, CA 1952-’56, ‘59-’64); Corky Steiner (Cincinnati, OH 1962-65); John Wasserman (Denver, CO 1960-’65, ’67-’69); Joseph Wolf (Hamilton, OH 1942-’51); and James P. Yalem (St. Louis, MO 1967-’70)

In The Bibs and Diapers Department:

Madeline Doris Quiat born in 2024 to Dan Quiat (New York, NY 2003-’07, ‘09-’11) and Lauren Starr; Elliott James Hensel born in 2024 to Joel Hensel (Chicago, IL 2003-’07, ‘09-’13, ‘15) and Caitlyn Bryski; Maxine Abigail Stone born in 2025 to Maggie Horvath (Jamaica Plain, MA 2010-’11, ‘15) and Alex Stone; Anna Lee Alicea born in 2025 to Katlyn Saltzstein Alicea and Antonio Alicea; Chloe Felsenthal born in 2025 to Charlie Felsenthal (New York, NY 2002-’07, ’09-’11) and Rachel Felsenthal; and Sunny Olive born in 2026 to Louis Olive (Chicago, IL 2005-’10, ‘12-’26) and Maggie Olive

Wedding Congratulations To:

Ben Chukerman (Chicago, IL 1999-’04, ‘06) and Laura Ackerman; Zack Halpern (Denver, CO 2006-’11) and Skylar Visnack; Peter Blair (Waxhaw, NC 1986-’90, ‘92-’98, ‘01) and Lori (Veis) Blair; Brad Ringel (2002-’07, ‘09-’10) and Rebecca Hanai; Jason Hirschhorn (Chicago, IL 2000-’02, ‘08-’15, ‘18-‘19, ‘22) and Dr. Emma Templeton; David Sachs (Minneapolis, MN 1997-’03, ‘05-’08, ‘12-’19, ‘21, ‘23) and Lizzy Hang; Daisy Mack (Nampa, ID 2014-’19, ‘21) and Nathan Tetzlaf; Nate Mendelsohn (Brooklyn, NY 2001-’07, ’09’-’11, ’23) and Bridget O’Toole; and Sam Feldman (Chesterfield, MO 2005-’10, ’17) and Brooke Hyman