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November-December 2021

Many of us are now among the retired or near retired, but Jack Foley has made it official. He had a very long, successful, and laudable run at Clark University. After 45 years he is hanging up the cleats.
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September-October 2021

Although you are reading this in September/October, I am writing it in June on the heels of the local Juneteenth celebration. As a New Englander from birth, I was not as aware of Juneteenth as I should have been.
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July-August 2021

So, what have you been doing during the pandemic? I would truly like to know; send me an email at the address below. One of the more creative and erudite members of our class (no one ever accused me of that) came up with a novel solution.
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May-June 2021

I hope that by now many of our fellow classmates have received both of their Covid-19 vaccination shots. The curve appears to be bending downwards and, although we are not out of the woods, we may be turning the corner.
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January-February 2021

Could 2020 be any weirder? In the last Class Notes I stated that I had returned home after evacuating from the path of Hurricane Laura. Now I am writing these notes as Tropical Storm Zeta batters the coast of Mexico and turns toward Louisiana.
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November-December 2020

I write this upon my return from an evacuation in the face of Hurricane Laura. Thankfully, it was a non-event for Galveston Island, Texas.
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September-October 2020

This installation of our Class Notes features a couple of classmates with whom we have not been in touch for quite some time.
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July-August 2020

It is late April and Eliza and I are hunkered down during this novel coronavirus pandemic. Life remains calm, but somber, as Galveston Island, Texas, seeks to keep the lid on the spread of infection.
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May-June 2020

Life in the slow lane is interesting during the winter months. The pace seems a bit more relaxed and one can perhaps appreciate the world in a more leisurely fashion.
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Jan-Feb 2020

Here comes 2020, the real 45th reunion year. Forty-five! Yikes! We have been kicking around a long time, and I was recently reminded that so have many Dartmouth-induced relationships among our classmates.