Investigative reporting and in-depth interviews were preempted by my recent hospital stay. Diagnoses of pneumonia and urinary tract infection and a general feeling of blah have resulted in a very short column this issue. I apologize.

Bob Kirby and Tommy Ruggles orchestrated an outstanding 65th reunion for the class of ’50 on September 25 through 27 in Hanover. Unfortunately, Randi and I were unable to attend but reports I have received speak in glowing terms. Tommy observes that his music “even got some of us out on the dance floor”—although I don’t have actual attendance numbers, maybe in the next column.

Frank Harrington, faithful caller that he is, now lives alone in the infirmary section of Devonshire in Palm Beach Gardens, Florida, and I am sure would be glad to hear from friends at (561) 227-3269.

Nob Hovde, whose sense of humor moves smartly on, clarified our relationship by announcing recently, “In case you’ve lost your moorings, I went to college with you.”

Joan Mauk is enjoying her new managed care home in Cincinnati.

The 65th reunion proved to be a bittersweet experience for Bob McIlwain, who, sick as he was, insisted on attending. Bob passed away two weeks later after a valiant several-year struggle with cancer. Newc Eldredge, who had planned to attend, was sadly taken from us before reunion began.

—Nev Chamberlain, 1835 N. Garden Grove Circle, Vero Beach, FL 32962; (772) 569-2892; ranevero03 @gmail.com