A special pleasure in my after-80 life is reconnecting with old friends, many of whom I’ve been out of touch with for years. My new job as class secretary has inspired me to reach out to Dartmouth classmates. Their responses have been a delight. 


Bob Meyer turns out to be a wonderfully interesting and active correspondent. We now exchange real letters (pen and ink!) almost every month.


Charlie Breed is an unfailing source of book suggestions. He describes an idyllic life of winters in Arizona and summers in Maine.


Walter Bush weighed in on the subject of concussions in hockey and the steps being taken, especially by USA Hockey in its rules for younger skaters, to reduce the risk of injury.


Aldan Markson commiserated with me about the problems of selling a house and moving (note my new address below). He and his wife, Patricia, left their longtime home in Maplewood, New Jersey, to move to Newport, Kentucky, when she joined the Cincinnati (Ohio) Art Museum as deputy director. Patricia has now retired but neither of their houses has sold. Aldan has had a distinguished career practicing law, including 20 years as a municipal judge. Seton Hall University honored him with its Shalom Award for his efforts to advance positive relations between Christians and Jews.


Speaking of the hazards of moving, Dick and Nan Pugh were welcomed to their new California home by a 4 1/2-foot rattlesnake coiled up at their front door. I encourage you to be in touch with ’51s you’ve missed. An occasional letter or phone call will make your (and their) day!


We have lost four more of our classmates: Mike Heyman, Don Rider, Don Snell and Jack Sutton have died since my last column. You can find their obituaries on our class website, thanks to the efforts of Al Brout, our dedicated and skilled webmaster. 


—Pete Henderson, 450 Davis St., Apt. 455, Evanston, IL 60201; phenderson82@yahoo.com