Struggle city: Sometimes when I wander down the front stairs and open the mailbox, I discover cobwebs and a distinct lack of mail. Alas, so, too, the email.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.