This column is supposed to be about classmates. I don’t know very much about their current state since most (but not all) have decided not to let me in on their doings. A couple of exceptions are Clift Whiteman, who, thoughtfully, sent me a lovely orchid two weeks ago in celebration of my release from what turned out to be a stay in a hospital run by idiots. The orchid is thriving under Randi’s loving care, which includes one ice cube per day placed in the soil. The hospital, by the way, twice told me that I had a disease that might kill me—then said that my family doctor had been notified of my admission although he was no longer associated with the hospital. The facts: I did not have the disease, I did not die, my doctor is associated with the hospital and he was never notified of my admission. I was discharged shortly after the second misdiagnosis. Be careful of hospitals.


Joan Mauk called from her home near Cincinnati, Ohio, to share good cheer and to let us know that she was okay. 


Bob Kirby sent an email announcing that there was to be a class meeting on October 17-19. Unfortunately, this column will appear after said date. The alumni records office told me that a man named Hunter at 646-3200 was the person one should talk to about this. I called president Ray Devoe to share this information. He was not in and I have not heard from him.


I have previously mentioned Jim Birney’s wonderful book of poems. In future columns I will print some offerings from our talented and sensitive classmate. 


—Nev Chamberlain, 1835 N. Garden Grove Circle, Vero Beach, FL 32962; (772) 569-2893; ranevero03@gmail.com