Tim's Travels..

PEOPLE

This is intended to introduce you to some of my friends, past and present, and other people who have meant a lot to me.

Beth



• Beth Franklin

  Beth is very special to me. We have been together since our senior year at CMU.

  Beth loves dogs! She also went to camp Interlochen at the same time as singer Jewel, since she plays the silver flute.

  She will attend grad school at UT Austin in the fall of 1997 She is studying at the LBJ school of Public Policy or something.

  Here is a picture of her in the evening, on the way back from Genève.

Family



• Mom

  Here is a picture of my mother. What can you say about a mom?

  She lives in San Francisco with Meredith Seawell, where she was awarded a Master of Nursing from UC San Francisco in May 1997. I don't yet have a digitized picture of Meredith.
  

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• Dad

  Here is my father. He lives in Walnut Creek, CA. He's a big shot at Nellcor Puritan Bennett, which produces respiratory care products.

  He's the one who got me originally interested in EMS. He also loves to bike ride, rollerblade, and climb mountains with me.
  

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• Grandpa &&; Marlene

  Here is my grandfather, Jack, and his wife Marlene. He recently retired and they now live in Napa, California.

  He likes playing golf and tennis, while she enjoys photography and painting.
  

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• Neeraj Bansal

  Neeraj is practically a living legend. He is known throughout CMU, and throughout the world. His reputation has made him a mythical figure, and he is revered and worshiped by his former residents in the CMU residence halls.

  He is considered a member of my family, as evidenced by the picture at right -- this is my family's August 1995 reunion (kids' table, even though we're in college now), and at the end of the table on the right, there he is..

  In our quest to conquer the world, Neeraj has established a strong hold in India, Pittsburgh, and California.
  

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  BeelerStreet Crew

  

• Jeremy Hanson

  A.K.A.: noise-nut

  Jeremy is frequently found in the Cyert Cluster. If he's not there, he's probably playing his mouth harp and/or making strange noises, or on Fridays.. with Tim on Flagstaff.. cuz Friday is Shtogee day.

  You may also hear Jeremy referred to in jazz circles as player of trumpet and master of all noises strange.
  

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• Chris Chamberlin

  Chris is usually seen working on his vintage '61 VW Bus, or generally taking it easy with other relaxed, tie-dyed youth. He can sometimes be spotted from the Santa Cruz shores, his tresses blowing in the coastal breeze.

  Chris is hiking the Pacific Crest Trail during summer 1997, and then he will settle down with a job. Maybe. Or whatever else sounds better.
  

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• Gautam Kharkar

  Gautam occupied the 3rd-floor pad during Chris's hiatus for one semester. He is the Kappa Sig lady's man, although he would vehemently deny it. It's the modesty that charms 'em. fall.

  Gautam is a connoisseur of guitar, flying and planes, relaxing, and other fine pursuits. Somehow I convinced him to stay another year and do the fifth-year Master's in ECE.

  Here is a picture of Gautam gazing at the Taj Mahal, which I took in December '95.
  

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  More Friends

  

• John G. Dorsey

  John is a player. I am frequently greeted by beautiful women, only to find that they are searching for John. John can be found crisping on the beaches of California, or cruising in his '93 Ford Ranger. If you're lucky, he might take you for a ride and if you ask him nicely, he just might hit the switches for ya.

  The Summer of '96 could be considered the time when John decided to chuck 'em and kick back. Encouraged by a group of hoodlum ganstas with whom he resided, John took over SGI, LA (although he tragically missed Singled Out), and The Net.

  Here is a picture of John &&; Neeraj during that summer.
  

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• Amoolya Singh

  In Sanskrit, Amool means priceless. She likes to go by agni, which means fire.

  Amoolya was a big part of my freshman and sophomore years -- she taught me to think, look at the world, dance, feel, cry, laugh, love, write, and listen in new and very different ways.

  This is a picture of Amoolya in August 1993, when I first met her.
  

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