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.
Your class secretary has slowly emerged from the whirlwind that was our reunion. There were so many familiar faces and stories to catch up on, I am sure that I missed writing about some of you.
Another reunion is in the can, attended by 123 of your fellow classmates on the Hanover Green. As it was, I arrived late and missed out connecting with quite a number of them.
This month there is news from the four corners (the “girdled earth”) of our great country. First, Eliza and I have just completed the first weekend of Mardi Gras here in Galveston, Texas, with Peter Castle and his wife, Deb.
These are my last notes before I see you all in Hanover. They are short. Please come to reunion June 13-16. Oh, and I did jinx them; but they had a great season.
You all will likely be reading this around the year-end holidays. If so, I wish you all a very happy new year and hope to see you at our 45th in Hanover June 13-16.
Summer is a fading memory, and the snow will begin to fly soon, unless, of course, you live on the Gulf Coast like Eliza and I do. Snow, however, remains a reality for Cliff Ross, with whom I recently had a nice catch-up chat.
In this year in which many of us turn the page to our 65th birthday, it is perhaps fitting that several of our classmates have chosen to put a pen to paper and produce cerebral output for the enjoyment of all.
This was a total Dartmouth immersion month for me. I don’t really have too many of those since we left the Upper Valley, and it was time well spent reconnecting.