Foreword
We are pleased to present the fifty-fifth anniversary report of the Harvard Law School Class of 1970. The report will bring you up-to-date on the lives of our classmates at Harvard Law School.
We want to thank all who responded to the questionnaire as well as the law school’s Alumni Center for compiling the results. We hope you find the Red Book useful in connecting with classmates and kindling fond memories of our times together.
With warm regards,
Cathy Stricklin Krendl
James “Jim” N. Bierman
1970 Cochairs
In Memoriam
We pay tribute and hold dear the memories of our classmates who have passed away. Although they are no longer with us, their enduring presence will forever hold a cherished place in our hearts and within the Harvard Law School community.
Records of the Class
Click the button below to view your password-protected class records – a collection of your classmates’ contact information and their stories – about life, career, family, hobbies, and more.
Please note: Passwords are case-sensitive. Also, this PDF is designed for reading only and cannot be printed.
Class Remembrances
Thomas Curtiss Jr.
Claude Moreland Scales remembers:
Tom and I didn’t become friends until our third year, when I became part of a salon that gathered in his large dorm room most weekend nights to drink cheap scotch and listen to music on his tape deck that ranged from Wagner to Dylan. We both liked to run, so we would often run together, a route to the Charles then downriver three bridges, then across to Boston and back. After graduation Tom went to L.A. and I to New York. In the fall I took my first vacation and visited Tom, who showed me around L.A., a city I hadn’t seen before. He was Best Man for my first, unfortunately unsuccessful marriage. After my second and successful second marriage to Martha, he visited us in New York twice, both times accompanied by Charles Neeley. Martha and Liz, our daughter, liked them both. I was surprised to learn that Tom was gay and was happy that he and Charles married during his time of declining health.
Robert A. Dressler
Thomas H. Stanton remembers:
Rob and I had neighboring rooms in Shaw Hall our first year of law school. He was a former Marine who had seen combat in Viet Nam and I thought that the war was a mistake. Rob and I became good friends and we would simply laugh about our differences of opinion. I will miss him at gatherings of our class.
Mario Carlos Diaz-Cruz III
William R. Meyer remembers:
Mario was certainly one of the most voluble, gregarious, funny, and out-going members of our class. He was instantly likeable. He would kid you about something, and you’d be laughing with him. As a Cuban immigrant who grew up in Miami, his family story was especially intriguing. I still remember the party celebrating his new U.S. citizenship. Saludos, Mario!!!
John G. Faria
Stuart Graham remembers:
I didn’t know John during Law School but met him at the Palmer & Dodge, the Boston law firm I joined in 1972, after my first two years of Federal government service. He was an excellent lawyer and generously mentored me as a beginner in the firm’s Public Law Department, and we enjoyed playing doubles tennis (John was the best player) with other associates. He married Barbara, a secretary in the corporate department, and I married my first wife, Jane, the receptionist. John’s death in 2009 was a terrible loss for the firm, his family and friends.
John A. Kidwell
William R. Meyer remembers:
John was one of the nicest (and smartest) members of our class. He and his wife Jean several times kindly included me in a home-cooked meal at their apartment. We were both in ROTC during law school. He was a pleasure to know, and I so regretted his having passed away at a young age.
Reginald C. Lindsay
Stuart Graham remembers:
I considered Reg my best friend in our Law School class. I met him at the start of our second year, having spent that summer working in a Birmingham, AL, law firm where my uncle, who was HLS ’48, was a name partner. Reg had grown up in Birmingham, and both of us decided we preferred living in the North. Reg was the funniest, kindest and warmest person I’ve known, and he proved to be a creative, effective and wise U.S. District Court Judge in Massachusetts. He died in 2009, and I still miss him.
M. Sean McMillan
William R. Meyer remembers:
Sean came to HLS having studied abroad for a bit and thus was a few years older than most of us, who had come directly from college. I was impressed how he was able to be a full time law student while also working part time in the MIT computer department. And Sean had style. He occasionally smoked a pipe and had a “professorial” style when he did. After graduation he and I both went to work for the same downtown LA firm, and we both lived on the west side—Sean near the beach and myself in West LA. I still recall seeing him now and then as we both drove the Santa Monica freeway to downtown—me in my 1965 Ford Mustang and Sean in his Mercedes, top down! He had a good sense of humor and was a hard act to follow!