Winter is waning as I prepare for this spring column. From this avid snow skier’s point of view, this winter has been pretty disappointing in southern New England with less than 20 ski days, but golf season is not far away.
As I pen this column, another Christmas has come and gone. We all wonder what the New Year will bring. I hope it will bring many updates from far and wide.
A cold, wet Nor’easter blows outside—leftover from Hurricane Willa—and cramps local Halloween parades and celebrations as I write this column for Dartmouth’s 250th year.
The summer has been unusually wet and humid in Connecticut. I look forward to the cooler fall weather that will accompany the arrival of these Class Notes.
Normally, I start this column with a brief comment to put the rest of my words in context. Today I feel a bit like Old Mother Hubbard because my mailbox is bare. Our 50th reunion is less than two years away.
A sunny April Saturday is my inspiration after four snowy Nor’easters and a very cold start to spring in Connecticut. Thankfully, the April e-newsletter spawned several lengthy responses to my appeal for updates.
These notes were written during the week running up to Christmas. Debbie and I will be headed south to Baton Rouge, Louisiana, for a Cajun Christmas with two of our five grandchildren. The Class Notes mailbox has also been a bit sparse lately.
Shortly after returning from Class Officers Weekend I received an email from Duncan Wood. Duncan was digging through boxes removed from his mother’s house in 1989 following her passing.
I am enjoying the finest August in Connecticut in my memory as I polish up the notes for this issue. Meanwhile Hurricane Harvey is swirling around the Texas Gulf Coast, causing devastating flooding and mayhem.
The snow that covered my backyard view last issue has been replaced with rapidly growing spring grass. Recent rain has stimulated the dormant tendrils that beckon to my lawn mower, which is buried deep in the back of my garage.