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Flow is a popular word in the modern lexicon—cash flow, air flow, water flow, information flow, etc. The flows which I am particularly sensitive to, however, are the two which make the column possible this month: the flow of the milk of human kindness which permeates the spiritual veins of our nonpareil Tear Bag editors, and the flow of green cards which they diverted my way in their last issue. Allah, Bankart, and Saunders be praised!

From Bill Butts in Pullman, Wash., comes a card which must surely qualify for the Most Words Per Square Inch Award. Arranged in calendar sequence, it tells of his retirement in '84; loss of his wife in '86; trip to Egypt, Greece, and Paris with daughter later that year; marriage in '87 to Kathleen Marra, a widow for three years, followed by a 12,000-mile motor trip tour (including a stop in Hanover); and a trip to Port Townsend in September for the Dartmouth Alumni lectures there, which he rates "excellent."

Lou Bookheim rates his and Harriet's ten years of student life at U. Cal. San Diego since retirement as a viable substitute for the Fountain of Youth. They enjoyed a visit last winter from Hugh and Anne Rafferty, whose daughter lives nearby. Bill Hands has found his move to Stuart, Fla., somewhat less simple than anticipated (Alice thinks the house needs more work than he does—sound familiar, anyone?). His retirement provides time to be both golfer and gofer. And George Hoke, though happy with the move of his law offices to his home, has experienced problems in finding new clients to replace those lost "after the important figure routing you his company's business has passed on."

From Marjorie Knapp comes a card expressing the same deep sense of loss that many widows have mentioned with regard to the loss of our much-loved Bob Naramore. Marjorie also enclosed a clipping covering the honor extended to son Joseph III by Clark University as recipient of its Oustanding Secondary School Educator Award.

Howie Croninger provides the mystery of the month, stating "the Griffins and the Howes came by" and "we later had a drink with Betty and Jim Hughes, whose daughter married a Griffin son." Since the Griffins live in South Carolina, the Howes in Massachusetts, and the Hughes in Ohio, the logistics leave me puzzled—but I don't doubt it happened.

Frank Specht reports the arrival of a 9 lb-3 oz. first grandson (you're a piker, Frank, I have numbers 15 and 16 in the oven) and a visit to his Delaware beach house by brother Ralph and Trudie; also contacts with Jerry and Natalie Spingarn at Bethany Beach and Hugh Wolff in Washington.

Win Mayo reports "all well in golfland," though the courses seem to be getting longer. He had a good visit with Earl Arthurs, who was between cruises. BucksWeil speaks with enthusiasm of Bud Cahoon's Cape Cod Dartmouth party. Boband Lois McLellan are planning a cruise through the Panama Canal and to three islands in the Caribbean in November. And Ray Moulton has given up flying from Maine to Sarasota after a "bad experience with Continental" and is going back to making the trip by car.

That's my 500 words for this issue. Peace and love to you all—all y'all.