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
The U.S. presidential primary touched down on the Hanover Plain yet again this year, just like when we were undergrads. Remember the stump speeches on fraternity row and throughout the campus in 1980?
There was a large gathering of recently minted 60-year-olds at the Hanover Inn the Saturday night of the 250th Homecoming with food and cake and song. Did I mention Joy?