Sat and Sun, June 13 and 14

Sat, June 13: Up early, once again, on the road down to Vassar for breakfast and alum parade. Since I was missing the same event at Wms, I wore my Williams regalia and marched with S and her class. Vassar's president was one of the earliest Williams graduates after they went coed, abt 1970. S's class had raised 12 million as a gift for Vassar. Anyone need reminding about income disparity? Afterward, we drove back to camp for a brief rest, then dressed for dinner and drove up to Williamstown. We had a very good memorial service for the 22 deceased classmates (the next 10 years will the be the sweet spot for classmates dying; even the actuaries know that). Then we skipped cocktails in favor of a great wine tasting, courtesy of classmate WO. Again dinner with friends D and J and wives. Both D and J seem smarter than I remember them. Maybe I'm just dumber. Nah, thinking back, I couldn't be. We wound up with my good friend PH leading us in The Mountains. Then back to camp for a late bedtime...

Sun. June 14: ... and again up early to head to Poughkeepsie. We made it to 8 o'clock Mass at Holy Trinity Church, up the street from the Vassar campus, significant because that was where we were married, 50 years ago today. Then a final brunch at Vassar and back to camp. We've put 800 miles on the car while our classmates sat still at their respective reunions. I had low expectations for this experience, thinking we'd do half-assed jobs of both reunions. It turned out we enjoyed ourselves immensely. There were a few old buddies who didn't make it to the reunions, but most did, and predictanly there were several people we enjoyed spending some time with whom we actually hadn't known well in college. But after several days of racing back and forth it was good to have the afternoon to relax.  We even took a circuit around the park's lake in our canoe. It is what we would call a one-hour lake, but we did it in 80 minutes. We got back into our church clothes and went out to an excellent anniversary dinner at a little Italian place in Rhinebeck, a half hour away. It started to rain as we headed back to camp, and promises to rain all night. Our hope is to get a bike ride tomorrow on a familiar route back at Williamstown, but only if the weather forecast is wrong. A good day.