As I sit here looking out my window, I am watching the snow fall gently over the already burdened limbs of the trees. It is quiet. Our neighbors with whom we share our space—the deer, and coyotes, the fox, and groundhogs—are out of sight, probably enjoying a good romp in the snow. I don’t mind being shut in a little longer as we remain cocooned any way by the pandemic. There is little for us to do, though with our vaccinations behind us, we are looking forward to becoming more adventuresome and moving on with our lives.

I continue to be impressed by my classmates’ concern for each other’s welfare, as they check regularly regarding our well-being, and am buoyed by hearing from our classmates that they are well and carrying on in as safe a manner as possible. Donna Reilly reports that though there had been a few cases of Covid at Kendal, they were taken care of and controlled well so all of our large class contingent is safe and well. As we say good-bye to each of our classmates, an event that, unfortunately, is occurring with increased frequently, I am in awe of how well each of them has made use of his allotted time to fulfill the potential about which President John Sloan Dickey had spoken at our graduation. Nor do I believe that our time has passed. Classmates continue to contribute to their communities and society in general.

Again, sadly, we offer our condolences to the families of those who are no longer with us: Clark Brink, James Coleman, Robert Heilman, John Kiernan, Hans Krehmer, John Meyers, Jack Patten, Herb Solow, David Ward, and John Williamson.

—Mark H. Smoller, 401 Lake Shore Road, Putnam Valley, NY 10579; (845) 603-5066; dartmark@gmail.com