The postman may not always ring twice, but he still brings surprises. He recently delivered a copy of Paper Jewels: Postcards from the Raj by Omar Khan.
With the advent of spring in Philadelphia, I am seeing more green along the banks of the Schuylkill River than at any point since the evening of January 12.
Son, can you play me a memory? I’m not really sure how it goes, but it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man’s clothes.
We were only 10 years old in October 1968 when we saw Dick Fosbury transform the high jump event with his gold medal-winning “Fosbury Flop” at the Mexico City Olympics.
We arestill basking in the after-glow of our 60th birthday party in Scottsdale, Arizona, but looking forward to our second annual Homecoming dinner on October 27 at Pierce’s Inn.
By the time we got to Phoenix, Arizona, it was time for cocktails. The desert bloomed. The alumni magazine adopted the Oxford comma, and your humble class secretaries were grateful, supportive, and approving.
The pendulum is swinging back around. In the years immediately after graduation, we saw a lot of each other. Once we became busy with our lives, we cut back: fewer visits, smaller circles.
Wide receiver and returner Len Robinson caught last fall’s football thriller while visiting his daughter at Penn. “I watched with Greg Henry,Tony Taliaferro and Paul Stephens.
April, come she will. On April 26 I will be standin’ on a corner in Scottsdale, Arizona, hoping that a flatbed Ford slows down and that almost anyone might take a look at me. Our class will gather in Scottsdale to celebrate its 60th birthday.
One key to happiness is having something to look forward to. Anticipation is the first stage of enjoying a happy event. I dare say this first stage is often more satisfying than the event itself.