French author and philosopher André Gide wrote, “Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” Accounts of brave ’81 “second (or third) acts” continue to inspire and delight us.
We are blessed. We have come together, we have seen deeply into our interests, and we have toiled long enough to know there is more. Among our blessings includes the time we have now.
After our July-August column about ’81 classmates in show business, Peter Smith, an adopted member of the class of ’35 and emeritus director of the Hopkins Center, wrote from the United Kingdom requesting that we thank everyone whose name was in bold
Way back in the day, we were wide-eyed, pea-green freshmen in the winter of ’78 when we experienced what seemed to be an idyllic winter weather pattern.
Everyone lives in a small town for now. Quarantine makes certain of that. Whether in a metropolis or not, contacts are infrequent and limited. Yet music is the fount of the soul.
We’re nearing the end of the ardous year that was 2020, and even though our 40th reunion was postponed, reminiscing about that distant June of 1981 is a worthwhile indulgence. Thanks to classmates who kindly responded to “Big Question No.
I am thinking of you all during this very strange time and hope that you will derive as much comfort as I did from the wise words written by our very own Jocelyn (Jody Awad) Evans, a licensed social worker, reproduced here with her p