Class of 1953 Spring 2016 Letter

There is something quite cheerful about dating this letter “Spring 2016,” when I am writing it in January. Though I avoid wishing time away, especially at this stage of life, January is on the whole not a happy month for our age group. Did T.S. Eliot get it wrong? January, not April, is surely the cruelest month of the year–except in Arizona, Texas, Florida, etc.

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