While it’s late for talking about Homecoming (yesterday—Christmas—we got eight inches of snow), it does get us ready for reunion, so I will proceed. I took my kids to Homecoming for the first time this past October, which is not that commendable given the fact that I live 12 miles away. There I briefly bumped into MaryBeth Keiller, who lives outside Boston.

I also marched in the parade alongside Sarah von Maltzhan, who I spent a term in Budapest with in 1992. She was spending the Homecoming weekend on campus with her oldest daughter; Sarah lives in Manhattan and has four kids. During the foreign study program Sarah and I took a 12-hour, overnight bus from Budapest to Istanbul, where we were easily the only people in said bus who weren’t smoking the entire 12 hours. (My kids informed me when I told them the story that it’s much funnier to say we took a bus from Hungary to Turkey). Anyway, we marched in the alum parade together. At the start all the athletic teams passed us in their floats, which gave me a primer on the athletic teams we have. Did you know we have an ice skating team?

Last year the powers that be within the town of Hanover felt that the bonfire situation was too dangerous, with drunk freshmen careening toward it, trying to touch the flames. So the town demanded that a six-foot chainlink fence be built around the bonfire, and it was. This didn’t stop a first-year student wearing a cape from jumping said fence, running right toward the fire, scaling the fence again and promptly getting tackled by campus security.

I hope to see some of you on campus in June. In the meantime, send me your news.

—Suzanne Spencer Rendahl, 224 Route 120, Plainfield, NH 03781; suzandj@comcast.net