As I write this column at the end of December, I have just been diagnosed with Covid. When you read this it will be February—and I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday and are settled in to 2024 and what that brings us.

I do have a story for you: On November 4 I attended a wonderful party celebrating Jon Mendes’ 103rd birthday a day late. It was held at the building where he lives, 1185 Park Ave., New York City. There were about 30 to 40 of us—wine was served and Jon addressed the group on his longevity. He remarks that one day one of his neighbors invited him to jog around the reservoir in Central Park. From that day on he has never missed a beat and thus has maintained that routine or something like it daily—and becoming the oldest marathoner (at 96) to officially complete the N.Y.C. Marathon (in 11 hours). He tells that eating proper foods, and completing the day with a good slug of scotch, is key. He has published a pamphlet on how he does it. You can obtain one by getting in touch with him directly.

Let me tell you, at 90 I could not even come close; however, I am privileged to report this event. He tells all, “See you next year!”

I am eager to hear news from the remaining class members and widows—your story will appear in the next column.

—Joanna Caproni, 370 East 76 St., Apt. A 406, New York, NY 10021; caproni@aol.com