Greetings Class of ’62,
I have been trying to find time to write this letter. No doubt you, too, have felt crowded for time with the activities of the Christmas season. It was neat when we were kids and all we had to do was wait for the moment of opening presents. Now we are the ones who scurry to make certain that everyone on the list gets the right thing/model/make that has been the focus of hints for perhaps a month or so. A sign of aging is that the same care is often not taken with what we get. Matters not, the role for us, when presents are opened, is to sit, smile and pass the jackknife for those items most cleverly packaged.