Dear Luther College Classmates of 1953,
“O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” I’m not sure what Shelley had in mind in this combination of resignation and hope. However, you will receive this when Spring has once more refreshed your spirits; I am writing it in the midst of wintry chills, reported to be the worst in a generation. Polar vortex, the experts claim. Whatever that is, it is surely not a friend. I prefer to linger on hope. Spring will come again, both literally and metaphorically.