1942

We begin this month's column on a sad note. Dexter Richards died in August after a long illness. His death came as some surprise to those of us around town because he seemed to be doing so well. Dex was one of the very first members of the class that your scribe met in that memorable month of September of 1938. I can still see him standing there on the Inn corner resplendent in Brooks Brothers sport coat and brand new beanie. Our sympathies go to his wife Ann.

An utter dearth of communications from our far-flung class members forces us to restrict comment this time to "the locals" whom we see on weekends in the Hanover vicinity. Al Britton and Wally Farr are still defying fate by dueling at tennis singles if you will. BobKirk and wife Mary left Hanover in the blazing heat of late summer for the Greek Isles and other Mediterranean pleasure spots, where we'll bet the temperature was just as torrid. Harry Bond wrote, "Just back from a week of miserable salmon fishing in Canada. Netting, etc., does not leave much for the fly fisherman, it seems. My lovely Irish setter was gored by a bull up on the Miramichi, and I had to get her back here to the vet two days of driving with a poor wounded dog."

So that's it for this month. Send me something for the next one.

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