Turkey Day was special for me: I had all three daughters, Rebecca, Molly, and Dede; granddaughter Rada; Big Brother of 55 years Eddie Neal and his bride, Elvy; and my 97-year-old brother Dan ’46. What a day it was!
The most recent bad news is that our 70th (which was postponed to our 71st) has now been postponed to our 75th! Our fearless prez, Bob Kirby, and some of the rest of us do not want to wait ’til then.
Some news of passing import: Our prez, Bob Kirby, has scheduled a mini for Homecoming Weekend, October 8-9 (Yale game). Let’s hope the Covid craziness will permit same.
I’ve gotten some nice notes from classmates about other classmates, but before I get into that I must tell you that another tree in our forest has fallen.
’Tis a sad time to be penning Class Notes. As I write I think that this weekend was to be our vaunted 70th reunion, which of course has been postponed to next year.
Dear classmates, this is my version of a Gershwin number of the 1930s that the Injunaires did called “Bidin’ My Time.” (Those of you who are voting Republican, go back to bed!)
I got a note (with a $2 stamp—the one with the upside-down bi-wing airplane—philatelists take note) from “big spender” Joe Medlicott advising me of the passing of Sally McCrillis Eldridge (widow of Newc, who passed i