1975

Greetings from Hanover, where another June has come and gone, and with it another class of Dartmouth graduates are learning what we have learned over these past 32 years (yes, it's been 32 years), namely that though our time on campus maybe all too brief, Dartmouth does, in fact, live with you forever. Nothing brought this point home to me more clearly than my fathers 60th Dartmouth re- union last month.

Though slightly more luxurious than ours (they all get to stay at the Hanover Inn), their routine was the same: Some 100 classmates and their wives gathered on the campus and under tents and at dinner, regaled each other with familiar stories from their past. They do have one big advantage over us, however—their short-term memory has faded just a bit. So every old story has the added benefit of sounding like a new story. According to my mom, the joy each classmate had telling the same old stories was pure pleasure to see, as was their love for Dartmouth some six decades later.

So you see, age does have its advantages.

There was little mail in the mailbag this time, but let me close by just saying that though 32 years have come and gone, Nancys and my life is constantly enriched by the still-close interactions we have with many of our Dartmouth friends who live near and far. And you know, my mom may be right about those memories. Last week we were in California visiting Blake Winchell and his family. And as Blake told his daughter Elizabeth and Nancy the same college stories'about our escapades that he tells every time we see him, they seemed like all new stories. Hmmm.

Nancy sends her best, as do I. Make the most of the summer. It's all too short. And keep sending those e-mails, cards and letters.

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