Class Notes
As I contemplated the approach of my 88th birthday following the death of my dear younger brother, David ’52, I thought, “It may be time for me to retire—to quit writing this column and to vegetate.” Then, fortunately, I read The Wall Street J
My apologies for growing old on December 28 and the teeny column it caused.
I hope that you will forgive my failure to produce a column due by December 28, 2014. A medical issue prevented me from writing. I intend to make my next deadline, which will occur on February 28. Best wishes.
In my memory Ray DeVoe is the only sitting president of the class to have died while in office. Ray left this world unexpectedly on September 27 after a brief illness. The class extends condolences to Maureen and the family.
This column is supposed to be about classmates. I don’t know very much about their current state since most (but not all) have decided not to let me in on their doings.
In May Randi and I enjoyed dinner on the patio overlooking the canal and moored yachts with Joan Mauk—great company and a delightful setting.
I am sorry for the abbreviated column in the last issue. In late January Randi awakened me at 7:30 a.m.