"Americans have the habit of assuming that everyone, deep down, wants to be just like us.  It simply isn’t so, and I assure you that others assume that deep down we want to be just like them.” Nathan Eovaldi

Do we in The Class of 1955 assume that other classes want to be just like us?  Not an issue I want to debate, but I am proud of the Class of 1955.  It may be that a university official will refer to us as The Great Class of 1955, but we are, I hope, sophisticated enough to understand that such an official when addressing, for example, the class of 1956, will apply to them the same honorific.  Nonetheless, we can be proud of the many luminaries in our class, unsafe-at-any-speed Nader, author-philosopher Scott McVay, prizewinners Michael Artin and Bill Ruckelshaus, movie comedy producer of Sushi Tushi Richard Castellane, others too numerous to mention plus the recently-departed Robert J. Del Tufo, lionized as a selflessly dedicated and understated man in an atmosphere of raging egos.

    With five marriages, our leader to the matrimonial altar Leon Prockop was underwhelmed by my recent visit, sitting catatonically until there burst into the room a vivacious young woman who is Lion’s personal trainer and, to judge by the change in his demeanor, his personal light switch.  She swept Lion away for a personal training session, details of which were unavailable at press time.  In Old Saybrook, CT the citizens are exposed to rising tension as one of their favorites, Paul F. Perreten, prepares with his partner for their defense of the title in the Eighty and Over Tournament.  Paul, who believes his GPS looks smart on the dashboard, is irritated by the bossy lady who keeps telling him to make a U-turn.