Dear Class of ’68,
Normally, when I commit to getting this letter written to you, it is late summer and hardly inspirational to writing a “fall” newsletter. This year, however, the trees are mostly bare, the flowers have been mortally attacked by a killing frost, and there are even threats of the “s” word being tossed around by weather forecasters. So, the kind folks in the Development Office at Luther have provided me with an amazing generic letter that I am unashamedly going to tailor to send to you! Who knew that such a luxury existed?