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.
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.