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We, John Mergendoller and Bob Knox, are the new ’68 class secretaries. First, we want to honor Lloyd Buzzell’s memory because we miss him as our friend for over 50 years, and we owe him our deep thanks for his joyful work in this role ever since we graduated in 1968. Second, we want to apologize for the significant editing of many of the submissions, a process required by the space guidelines for Class Notes.

John Ashworth and his wife, Nancy, traveled in 2023 to Japan (where John was in Wesleyan’s inaugural Japanese language class in 1967–68). Earlier this year, they went with friends to Tuscany and then to Bar Harbor, Maine, where they joined a family reunion for 17 Ashworths, aged two to 81. “I am doing well—still working two days a week at Denver Botanic Gardens (got my 10-year service pin—I am not certain what to do with it) and working as a master gardener growing food for a local food kitchen. Still skiing with a couple of clubs and generally having a wonderful time. If you are in Denver, we would love to see you!!”

Eric Blumenson retired from teaching law and now spends his time with his wife, Eva, divided between Boston and Cape Cod. “My first and last philosophy book, Why Human Rights? A Philosophical Guide (Routledge), was published in August. Our third granddaughter was born August 20 . . . the three of them will keep us busy and happy for the duration.”

Richard “Zeus” Cavanagh continues to “fail retirement” after stepping down as CEO of The Conference Board. Fated to “work until I die to support a family of spendthrifts,” he is teaching social entrepreneurship at Harvard and has been a board member or advisor at the Fremont Group, Black Rock, Guardian Life, and the nonprofit Volunteers of America, where he has also served as national chair. He says, “I play golf increasingly poorly, try to give my daughter (who is an investor with Cambridge Associates) financial advice, which she neither needs nor heeds, and bemoan the state of our country and Wesleyan.”

Eric Conger vows to stay healthy and active and “die with [his] boots on,” and he is finding success as a playwright. His play, “The Eclectic Society, was produced at the Walnut Street Theatre in 2011, a 1,100-seat venue in downtown Philadelphia. As the title suggests. . . [it was] inspired by the eponymous Wesleyan house.” He has also written two short films, the latest, So Help Me God, was in response to the Dobbs decision. Another play that just received a reading is about “the fate of a small town in Ohio that is overtaken by a national park.” He would “love to hear from classmates who might like to get involved with a production” or view his work—he’ll send a link: eric@congerhumphrey.com.

Bob “Crispy” Crispin just celebrated his 56th wedding anniversary. He has eight grandkids: two are headed to college; one goes next year; two have graduated; and one is in law school. He says, “where has time gone since 1968!” He is enjoying retirement “fishing, traveling, and reading. Also get to see Wes sports when they come to play here in Maine . . . Colby, Bowdoin, and Bates. Also go to Middletown when I can to see us beat Amherst and Williams in football. . . . One son-in-law went to Williams, so it is particularly enjoyable when we prevail!”

Jim Devine writes that “WESU is still my intellectual home and ‘Inspiring Effective Idealists’ still resonates with me. . . . Professionally, I began a 45-year economic development career (living in nine states and consulting in 20 more).” Jaime is the longest serving, continuously elected board member [and] elected chairman of the 5,000-member International Economic Development Council (IEDC). He married, at age 40, “Reverend Elayne Demetreon, [a] clinical counselor, NLP pro, accomplished sculptor. We have two sons (marines), six grandchildren . . . and five great- grandchildren.” He is now “living near Amelia Island, Florida, [where] we are learning how to be lifelong learners and aging with intention not reaction.” 

Terry Fralich writes, “I am still working . . . I see about 15 clients a week and teach workshops at the Mindfulness Center of Maine that my wife and I founded 25 years ago. Prior to the pandemic, I taught [for] the largest provider of continuing education for mental health professionals—500 seminars and trainings in 15 years. . . . We live on 35 acres about 20 minutes south of Portland. The landscape around us is always beautiful, but this time of year is special because of all the color and form in our gardens and the landscape generally. . . . I am so grateful to have the energy and health to really enjoy what is precious at this time in our lives.”

Richard Grimm writes: “Since my wife of 40 years, Annabella Gonzalez, died in 2019, I’ve tried to keep up with her extensive family here and especially in Mexico City, Cuernavaca, and Colima. They are intriguing characters, many with creative and artistic careers like Annabella and several who are classic Latin Marxist academics (not the American variety). My son, Henry, my sister, Georgia (Holyoke ’70), and I had a splendid visit to Mexico this spring. Mexico City is eye-opening—hip, elegant, prosperous, artsy, and much more international than one remembers.” Richard has “warm memories . . . of our band of brothers at the 55th.”

John Kepner writes that he and Ray Solomon reunited at the 50th Reunion and are both trustees of a Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, nonprofit foundation advocating for racial and social justice. Ray was also a guest on John’s Race to Social Justice podcast. “In episode 10, Ray gives a riveting account of the 1919 Elena Massacre of 200 Black people near where he grew up in the Mississippi Delta region of Arkansas. . . . In episode 11, Ray shares diversity, equity, and inclusion challenges he faced as dean of Rutgers Law School in Camden, New Jersey. . . . Our conversation recalls how Wesleyan helped shape our commitments to racial and social justice.” You can find the podcast in the usual places.

Harrison Knight writes that after graduation he taught public elementary school on NYC’s Lower East Side for four years. Ken Dawson, Bob Knox, and Don Fels were also part of the same program, which kept all of them out of the Vietnam draft. He started playing tennis on “the gritty public courts” for exercise, and tennis ultimately became his career. His wife and he managed a new Westchester indoor commercial tennis center, then became the tennis pros at the Locust Valley Country Club on the Gatsby shore of Long Island for 25 years. They have “twin boys, Princeton grads, one now married, and Kit and I still live in Locust Valley . . . we ‘winter’ near Naples, Florida.” He says his lasting connection to Wes is through his crewmates, who meet annually to participate in veterans’ regattas.

Bob Knox: “I am with my three grandsons (14, 12, and 7) based in Salt Lake City as often as possible—the four of us took a backpacking trip at Pt. Reyes in early July; the two older boys will join me at the Monterey Jazz Festival in September. I am enjoying active hiking vacations: the five Utah national parks and the Dolomites, Italy, so far this year; and the Grand Canyon, both rims, next month with some running friends. I still run as many miles as I can on the trails of Marin County, California. I host a group of musician friends (including John Mergendoller) to play classic rock and blues together monthly, and I continue to take guitar lessons with Jose Neto, an extraordinary professional.John and I are enjoying hosting our bimonthly Wesleyan ’68 Zoom meetings. I am also a volunteer coach of the running team of inmates at San Quentin, which focuses on training the men for an annual marathon. The team has been memorialized in the documentary 26.2 to Life.”          

Don Logie writes that recently “three of my jazz performance photographs won a first prize and two second prizes in a photo contest in Middletown.”

Jim McHale writes: “It was a miracle that Wesleyan admitted me and an even greater one that I graduated. For that I am very grateful to many classmates and the University for their generous support.” John has been “married to Carol (Cookie) Rishel for 56 years. Two sons, both married . . . one grandchild . . . who has inherited my red hair and cantankerous temperament.” They have lived in the same D.C. house for 46 years, with vacations at their “‘camp’ in the central Adirondacks where I spent much of my childhood and both of my parents worked.” He still has “‘indoor work’ as a lawyer for 52 years, now handling defensive litigation as an attorney in the SEC’s General Counsel’s office. . . . This past year, I served as committee member for a doctoral candidate’s academic committee chaired by our classmate Henry St. Maurice.”

John Mergendoller: “Retirement continues to be full of travel, music (bluegrass guitar and Irish mandolin), genealogical research, and family—which has expanded considerably since our 50th Reunion. My daughter, Julia Byrd ’07, now has two sons, Aviv (six) and Cazio (two). Jacob ’11 will welcome a daughter about the time you read this. And just this month, Jessica and I took responsibility for Lily, a lovely, yellow lab breeder. This is our fourth turn as Breeder Keepers for Guide Dogs for the Blind.”

Dennis Miller writes: “I retired from my wildlife survey pilot business in 2019—28,000-plus hours of low-level flight hours in a Piper PA-18 Super Cub in Alaska was enough. I’ve been spending six winter months in Oaxaca, six summer months in Fairbanks, Alaska. For five years my time has been consumed with being the ‘father figure’ to, and helping, four nursing students in Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca. One daughter is the lead pediatric oncology nurse in Anchorage, Alaska. The other daughter played professional basketball in Spain and is now working for Positive Coaching Alliance, a national youth sports organization.” Dennis says, “I’m still alive, life is good!”

Stuart Ober writes: “Our son, Alexander ’26, is spending his junior semester in the Vassar-Wesleyan Madrid Program. This is the same program that my wife, Allison, attended 45 years ago, when she attended Vassar. This summer, Alexander placed among the top eight finalists at the U.S. Freestyle Football (soccer) Championships and interned with an immigration attorney. He also volunteered with the Ulster Immigrant Defense Network, which provides immigrants in need with accompaniment and translations services for court appearances, ICE check-ins and other official meetings, and health care and school-related appointments.”

Ken Schweller continues “to work as head programmer on an international team of primatologists designing computer games to test ape cognition. Our latest project involves testing 60 baboons of different ages . . .  to develop a program that will detect developing cognitive deficits as a means of studying human dementia. This is a project especially meaningful for me since my wife developed Lewy body dementia. I retired 12 years ago from active teaching as professor of computer science and psychology at Buena Vista University in Storm Lake, Iowa. I now serve as head programmer of the Ape Cognition and Conservation Initiative in Des Moines, Iowa.”

Paul Spitzer writes: “Christine and I are tucked away in Windy Hill on the Choptank, Maryland, Eastern Shore of Chesapeake Bay . . .  [in a] quiet old farmhouse, over 30 years.” They have an all-year garden, and Paul reports, “I swim in the river on most warm days. My deep appreciation of local nature is fundamental; I no longer travel very much. I still speak and lead tours of osprey biology here—science I began at Wesleyan, with DDT study.​ I have a manuscript, Dark of the Loon, on 30 years of nonbreeding loon study, on the East and Gulf Coasts. I seek a strong publisher and coastal editor for my accessible, literate ecologist’s memoir. I recently published a run of nine ‘Celebratory Ecology’ essays in Connecticut-based Estuary quarterly magazine.”

Bob Svensk reports that he and four ’68 classmates, Nason Hamlin, John Lipsky, Harrison Knight, and Karl Norris, “are heading up to the boathouse in October to demonstrate yet again that you are never too old to row a boat. More importantly, however, this will be the first of several gatherings to celebrate Coach Phil Calhoun’s election to the Wesleyan Athletics Hall of Fame, an honor that is long overdue. On the personal front, Trade Credit Underwriters continues to thrive, largely because I now work for my son, Andrew ’99, rather than the other way around.”  

Bob Taliaferro writes: “I will retire from the Human Resources Administration of New York City at the end of October after 40 years of service. I became a manager and for many years helped produce the annual Mayor’s Management Report. I previously worked in the legislative office drafting legislative proposals and analyzing legislation. I am married to Amy, and we have two adult children, Robbie and Kyle ’12. . . . In 1984, I joined the Soka Gakkai International–USA and began practicing Nichiren Buddhism by chanting Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo to the Gohonzon for peace, happiness, good health, and good fortune for myself and others. I currently help prepare encouragement meetings for local SGI–USA members who are 65 years of age or older.”

Larry Tondel notes: “I am now happily retired from Sidley Austin LLP where I was a partner focused on structured finance and offshore finance. I am splitting my time now between a lake house on a quiet lake in New Hampshire and our homestead in northern New Jersey. I have been happily married for 50-plus years to Sharyn, who I met at a Club Med so many years ago, and we have two children and two grandchildren . . . before my body gave out, I played a lot of tennis, paddle tennis, and went scuba diving in the Caribbean often. We also travel extensively . . . so all is good.”

Willem H. van den Berg reports that he is waiting on the results of a “follow-up prostate biopsy. . . . I’m still very happily married to my wonderful third wife, Helen Dempsey, and expect to remain so until death do us part (which seems increasingly soon). I’m still doing some windsurfing on Sayers (mostly very calm) Lake, and still giving an occasional lesson in said sport.”

Jan de Wilde writes: “After almost 30 good years in Switzerland and London (work and then retirement), we decided we wanted more time in the States and with our youngest son Mark in New York. . . . We now spend four months or so a year [in East Hampton] and are happy for the time being with the trans-Atlantic commute. Two other sons, who are based in Geneva, have provided us with four grandchildren, and we enjoy practicing what the Dutch call niksen after 25 years of U.S. Foreign Service and another 15 as an international civil servant doing emergency response around the world for the International Organization for Migration.”

Greetings, Class of ’68! Several of your classmates have shared for this issue:

Dave Gruol reported on two things. He is part of “a weekly Zoom that includes myself, Pete Hardin, Ray Solomon, Dick Emerson, Ron Schroeder, Craig Dodd, and Jacques LeGette . . . . [It]began during COVID as a way to ease the tension of a difficult time [and] continues to this day. Personal news and humor are encouraged, while politics, for the most part, is not. So far, so good.

“Craig Dodd and I will attend Jacques’s inclusion ceremony for the Baseball Wall of Fame on April 27. Unfortunately, because of a previous commitment, Jacques will not be able to attend himself. One of the things bandied about on a recent Zoom was whether or not Jacques had pitched to Steve Garvey, now the Republican candidate for the U.S. Senate in California. Steve played for Michigan State when we faced them in Florida in the spring of 1968. Of course, we had no idea at the time that he would go on to star for the Dodgers and Padres.”

Paul Spitzer wrote that he is well and is writing an ecologist’s memoir, entitled Dark of the Loon, about his 30 years of loon study along the Atlantic and Gulf Coasts. Paul says, “Christine and I have lived for 30 years in our old farmhouse by the Choptank River, Maryland Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake. We have a big garden and celebrate culture and nature in our region. I write about my lifelong bird ecology studies.” In April Paul was the keynote speaker at the Colonial Beach, Virginia, spring Osprey Festival. Paul also says that if you Google “Paul Spitzer Ospreys” or “Paul Spitzer Loons,” you’ll find his studies and teachings from across the years.

Sam Davidson had some unfortunate news: “I wanted to let you know that Davidson Galleries was set on fire by a homeless person trying to keep warm in the alley behind my space on January 12.  We are still trying to find the extent of work lost of the 14,000 works in inventory at the time. I hope that we can reopen in May or June. Onward!”  http://www.davidsongalleries.com

Bob Knox wrote, “First, I want to honor Lloyd Buzzell as a friend for life. He contributed immensely to all of our lives, bringing us together for over 50 years with his constant good humor and diligence. I hope we can carry on with the cohesion that he created among us.  

“Second, I want to share the news that following our wonderful reunion last spring, John Mergendoller and I have organized a bi-monthly Zoom gathering of classmates so that we can continue to share personal news, plans, and projects with each other. If you are interested in joining us, please email me at bob@robertfknox.com so I can send you the Zoom link for our next gathering.  Cheers to all.—Bob”    

As many of you know, Lloyd Buzzell died last August. Your scribe for more than 40 years, Lloyd was one of the first recipients of a Wesleyan University Service Award in 1988. We extend our sincere condolences to his wife, Judith, their son, Joshua (Emma), grandson Ben, and friends.

Several of you sent in tributes to Lloyd. Phil Calhoun ’62 wrote:

“Lloyd developed his competitive rowing skills at Kent School at age 13, then, in 1964, brought those considerable skills to Wesleyan, where he was instrumental to the establishment of a Wesleyan rowing program. Lloyd ended his rowing career by competing in Boston’s Head of the Charles Regatta on his 63rd birthday. Fifty years of devotion to rowing is a testament to his indomitable spirit.

“Lloyd was an integral part of our family’s early life. He babysat our two daughters on numerous occasions, dined with us often, and most especially was a dear friend.

“Lloyd, using his wry sense of humor and exceptional writing skills, served as 1968’s class secretary for 40 years, with his final entry weeks before his death in August 2023.
Intellectually, he wrote many letters to the editor of his local New Haven newspaper, challenging causes he felt unworthy and supporting humanitarian efforts that lifted up those less fortunate than himself. He spent years teaching writing skills as a means of engaging incarcerated prisoners and providing them with insights into their lives, as well as hope for their futures.

“Lloyd’s special and endearing spirit, along with his infectious laugh, will be missed by the many folks who had the privilege of knowing him.”

From Bob Reisfeld:

A Tribute and Thanks to Lloyd Buzzell

“Dear fellow members of the Wesleyan Class of ’68:  

“Just a brief but hopefully meaningful comment about our classmate, friend, and longtime class secretary, Lloyd Buzzell. Of course, each of us have our own memories and personal experiences of Lloyd. Some of us never knew him personally, and some of us had closer ties to him over the years. I was one who didn’t know him well at all during our years at Wesleyan but got to know and appreciate him through his class notes and unflagging attendance at our class reunions. If anything or anyone kept our class connected in any way after we left the campus, it was Lloyd. He was kind, thoughtful, loving, playful, deep, fun, and accepting of us all. He found a way for us to share information with and about each other, based only on what we wrote to him, no matter our similarities or differences. He was nonjudgmental in his reports of us and allowed us to stay connected in some ethereal and uncritical way. For that, I think that we are all grateful to him. I know I am.”

And from Sandy See:

“Dear Guys, 

“I had been in touch with Lloyd and was aware of his declining health. He dealt with it openly and with acceptance. No woe-is-me for him, just lots of gratitude for the life he had been given. He kept an eye on Wesleyan, calling out praise and criticism as he saw it. He felt and expressed appreciation and love for us all, casting a glow over his time with us at Wes as we proceeded from boys to men. And he was never going to let us forget his stalwart rowing crewmates who made us so proud of their achievements in major races over the years. 

“Thank you for your friendship and service, Lloyd. We were fortunate to know you.”

Neil Rossman wrote in for the first time. He said, “I never sent any news to class notes over the years because . . . well, just because. However, after reading the archived notes which were sent today and being saddened by reading for the first time of the deaths of many classmates and friends, I thought I ought to send something before I, too, appear as an obit. Back in the day, I handled 480 Dalkon Shield IUD cases and was a director of the Claimant’s Committee in the A. H. Robins Bankruptcy. I tried and won the last case which preceded the bankruptcy filing and testified as an ‘expert witness’ before the court on the nature of settlements. I also changed the entire fire apparatus industry in this country when I tried and won the Tynan v. Pirsch case in the U.S. District Court in Boston in late 1985. It resulted in all fire trucks having to have four doors with individual seating and seat belts for all members of the crew. It was, and I believe still is, the largest verdict (as opposed to a settlement) for an injured firefighter in the country. I also tried another firefighter case in Waterbury, which was ultimately overturned by the Connecticut Supreme Court, but which forced additional safety standards regarding the securing of all tools and equipment in the cabin to be secured, lest they fly about in a crash or rollover. I was asked to serve on the NFPA so-called “1500 Committee,” which wrote all of the safety and health standards for the fire service including fire ground incident command, safety officer, etc. I also was asked to speak to fire service groups around the country and Canada, at last count 55 times. I’m in my 51st year of practice and hoping to retire (sometime?). I don’t golf or sail anymore, but I do run a 37-foot commercial lobster boat out of Marblehead and fish 180 traps from May to Thanksgiving. Best, Neil”

Bill Heckman sent in his first update in over 50 years!:

“Hi from the Wild West! . . . . I’m a proud survivor of ‘Norwines Revenge’ Class of ’68, and happy to send you this update. Good to read about so many ex-classmates, but sad so many have crossed over  . . . may they all find peace.

“Finally retired five years ago and living six and six in Arizona, between Scottsdale winters and Flagstaff summers, at 6,600 feet—for perfect year-round happiness. Three kids, four grands, [and] one great-granddaughter; much world travel (over 60 countries) . . .  a grand life!

“Although I’ve done well as a retail executive for half of my career and as a marketing rep for the rest, every place I worked no longer exists. Entire industries have vanished and I worry for the coming generations adapting to new realities.

“Sending big HELLO to any who might remember me and especially to Dave Cain, Jeff Camp ’70, Warren Williams, Rick Hammer ’69, Cami  Billmyer ’67, John Phillips ’69, and Dave Webb. Hope all are well!

“Best wishes for happiness, good health, and much enjoyment in our twilight years!”

Kenneth Schweller said he continues“to work on developing 3D video games for bonobos, chimpanzees, rhesus monkeys, and baboons. The goal of our team is to study their spatial navigation abilities and their cooperation and competition strategies. Our latest work is with 30 baboons at the Southwest National Primate Center where we will be doing a long-term study of the cognitive deficits that characterize Alzheimer’s and other dementias. Thirty baboons will be tested (noninvasively) over their life span to assess their navigation abilities as they search for hidden food in a virtual touch-screen environment, a task that places a high demand on memory and problem-solving. We hope to discover which of our tasks might be predictive of later impairment with the goal of developing similar diagnostic tools for humans.”

Bob Svensk sent in this headline: Bill Gerber ’86 won the first selectman race in Fairfield, Connecticut, last fall, beating the incumbent by 42 votes.

Henry St. Maurice said he was “sorry to learn about Lloyd’s passing. He was indeed an exemplary class secretary. My note is as follows:

“I am semiretired from higher education, doing what I chose when granted emeritus status at the University of Wisconsin–Stevens Point in 2009. I serve on doctoral committees for that institution and for Edgewood College, supervise student teachers, and do freelance editing for researchers submitting manuscripts for peer reviews. I also serve on the Columbia County Board of Supervisors, Frank Lloyd Wright in Wisconsin Incorporated, and the Aldo Leopold Foundation. Anyone who’d like to visit our local points of interest would be welcome to be our guest in the home that Wright designed for Mary’s parents in 1954.

“A high point of the past year was presenting her bachelor’s diploma to our daughter Emma, who is now a teacher in a nearby middle school. Her brother, our firstborn, is a contract specialist for Uncle Sam in Washington State. 

“Best wishes to all my fellow Wesleyan alums, especially those who roomed with me in Casa Pandolfo at 124 Main Street. —Henry”

Mark J. Estren shared: “From one of my last communications with Lloyd: ‘I have been working with people in ALFs (and hospice) for years and know you have had a significant adjustment on many levels. Also, my girlfriend, a CNA, is a trained expert at assisting people with ADLs (activities of daily living). Expectations modest (but not gone altogether) is one of the keys. You are in the right headspace for this.’ Lloyd then suggested I sum up my own current life in 100 words. I wrote exactly that number for him to include in our class notes. He did not get the chance, but here they are:

“I, your youngest classmate, just turned 75. Uh-oh. Still writing on investments, health care, and more—latest book, One Toke to God, explores spiritual properties of cannabis. Also consult as psychotherapist at nonprofit Christian life-care community, Shell Point, and post weekly at www.infodad.com about kids’ books and classical music—thousands of my reviews online. Hobby: herpetology rescues—currently six turtles and a bearded dragon. Significant other, Bev, works in pediatric ICU at Golisano Children’s Hospital. Daughter, Meredith (Duke engineering undergraduate/London Business School MBA), is CEO of travel concierge firm Albertine, and a Kensington Symphony violist. Life in 100 words!”

From Larry Tondel: “I happily retired from my law practice involving complex securities and structured derivatives transactions through big law in NYC (Sidley Austin LLP) when I turned 70 and now split my time with my wife of almost 50 years between our lake house in New Hampshire and our homestead of 45 years in Cresskill, New Jersey. I serve as trustee of several organizations and enjoy my leisure time and lots of travel. The knees have finally given out after too many injuries, so I am relegated to kayaking and scuba. Days of 1968 are a different world from 2023 . . . I cherish my memories of Wesleyan ’68 and Michigan ’71 (where I went for law school).”

With the birth of Ben Barnett Buzzell in Seattle on June 1st, Judy and I became grandparents.

As I anticipate entering hospice care shortly, I expect this will be my final set of class notes. It has been a joy and a privilege to serve as your secretary.

Take care, guys.

I remember the quick and the dead: Bill Eaton ’69 saying he wanted to be a professor because it wouldn’t interfere with his afternoon naps. Going to a street fair in Mystic with Phil Calhoun ’62, MALS ’69, his wife Janet, and their young daughters. Nat Greene finishing his high-speed lectures on the minute. Virginia Kimball-Cooke dancing with Bill Smith at a reunion of Uranus and the Five Moons. Playing house ball with Sandy Blount ’66 and many others. (The only game we lost was to an assemblage of Amherst All-Stars.) Bill Barber—a gentleman and a (Rhodes) scholar—giving me a B even though I got sick in the middle of his final and couldn’t finish. Long conversations with Geoff Gallas’s mother when visiting Geoff and Boo Gallas ’69 (two classic Southern California surfers/lifeguards) with Wink Wilder in 1967. On that same trip, Will Macoy ’67 and I bumped into Geoff Tegnell in Haight-Ashbury. Jim Weinstein’s ’69 love of opera. George Creeger assigning Henry James’s The Golden Bowl saying he hadn’t read it himself and should. In time, when I told him I’d given up on it (too long; too dense), he acknowledged having trouble keeping up with his own assignments. Dave Losee reminding me, on multiple occasions, I’m something of a crackpot. (It is not like he doesn’t have his quirks).

I saw Bob Carter ’70. We suffered through a harsh boarding school together and shared improbable antics on the Upper West Side in 1971. From whence he went on to a Mexican road-building crew in Wyoming, graduate school, a white-collar career, a full and happy life in Newton. Presently volunteering with an organization that helps seniors stay in their homes. Two boys: a doc and a forest ranger. One of Raquel Welch’s early roles was as Jerry Martin’s ’69 babysitter. At the holidays, I got a touching miniessay from Wig Sherman on our time of life. In his holiday card, Bill van den Berg mused on getting older and said he’s volunteering with an organization trying to reform the antediluvian rules of Pennsylvania’s state legislature. Dave Garrison ’67 reported having a blast playing his euphonium along with 640 other players at a Kansas City Christmas event, the largest gathering of tubas in the country. With a doctorate from Johns Hopkins and a string of varied publications, he taught Romance Languages at Wright State in Dayton for 40 years. Married to a poet/novelist/lawyer, he was Ohio Poet of the Year in 2014 and has just published his sixth book of poetry, Light in the River. I particularly liked a line from a piece called “Men at Seventy”:

They have a lot to remember,

more than they have to look forward to.

Reading through his volume, I was struck by how much courage it takes to be a poet.

We lost Steve Berman in January to lymphoma. A committed Jew, Steve introduced Sandy See to shicksas, matzo, and Manischewitz. Sandy remembers him as a bright, warm, gangly guy who would walk about with a serious look until he made some wisecrack with wild, wide eyes and huge laughter that shook his shoulders. After two years in Cali, Colombia, he spent a distinguished career as a pediatrician at Denver’s Children Hospital involved with global pediatric health; as a one-time president of the American Academy of Pediatrics; as an author of a basic text; and as a beloved mentor.

Personally, this summer will be two years in assisted living and I’m here for the duration. While my overall health is quite good, after some falls and breaks, I can’t walk and need help with daily tasks. So, it is the right place for me. Pleasant enough provided I  keep my expectations modest. Did a couple of op-eds for The New Haven Register. (One on the politicized Supreme Court and the other on the problems with financing higher education through student loans). Judy is nearby and visits regularly. My being here allows her a semi-normal life. (She even went to Morocco.) Overall, it is what it is.