Bruce Hulbert sent us news that his undergraduate roommate Harold Burdge “passed away painlessly from a stroke, partly the result of his lifelong battle with the effects of childhood polio.” Harold and Bruce were lifelong friends and that’s what Dartmouth’s all about.

Weren’t we lucky to be born in an era where our kids could be protected by a vaccine, cured by antibiotics such as penicillin and reconstructed like a $6-million man?

Stop by 1 Webster Avenue and observe the new “pleasure dome” that the brothers did decree; eat your heart out, Xanadu. The 1960s grads of Tri-Kap decided to honor deceased brother Tony Rodolakis with a marble bench on which he is remembered and on which all his other class brothers’ names have been engraved. Tony was ravaged by MS but still wrote a well-received book with an analog for hyper-trading of stocks. He was our class’ answer to Stephen Hawking. Well sort of. The bench rests on the front terrace sequestered from the ravages of global warming by a new balcony above. And that’s what fraternities are all about.

What about you? Are you ready to share a spot of news with us all? The world “will little note nor long remember” what is written here, but the class will. Tell us “what ’sup.” We actually care.

—John M. Mitchell, 300 Grove St., Rutland, VT 05701; (802) 775 3716; jmm00033@comcast.net