Hey everyone! Caryn Resnick is the deputy commissioner of the New York City Department for the Aging, which provides services to hundreds of thousands of older New Yorkers. She writes, “Of course, funding on the federal, state, and local level does not keep pace with the growing demographic, so we’re fighting for our fair share, to combat ageism, and to change stereotypes about growing old.” She and her husband, Stephen, recently sold their home in Larchmont, N.Y., and moved into an apartment in Manhattan. Caryn looks forward to connecting with old friends. * Rick Jacques recommends Earl Smith’s latest book, Head of Falls. “Good read from our former dean,” Rick says. * Mark and Dian Weisman Miller moved back to Florida after almost 18 years in Kansas. “We are happily retired in The Villages. For anyone not familiar, it’s the largest 55-plus community in the world and is often referred to as Disneyland for old people. Loving it so far. Hard to believe our seventh decade on earth has begun. So glad 60 is the new 40!” * That’s all the news I received, so I’ll share some recent adventures with the class. Anne Marie Hobson Pesarik, Jim Cook, and I took a wonderful, laughter-and-memory-filled Steve Sparkes memorial tour on Labor Day weekend, scattering some of his ashes in appropriate places throughout Maine and governed by the mantra, “What would Sparkes do?” Our travels took us to Waterville, of course, where we hiked up to the water tower, lounged around Johnson Pond, circled the baseball field and told great Sparkes stories. The next day, Jim and his wife, Sue (Conant ’75), made us a lovely lunch at their camp on Pitcher Pond. We capped the trip with a jaunt over to Mount Desert Island, where we climbed [okay, drove] up Cadillac Mountain—not in time for the famous sunrise, but the beautiful autumn afternoon captured us for a couple of reflective hours. We had dinner in Bar Harbor in a building where Judy Fairclough, Kim Marsh Valentine, and I shared an apartment with other motley residents in the summer of 1978, which was years later converted to a brewpub by Doug Maffucci and Jon Hubbard ’77. I pointed up to a window and told the waitress, “I used to live in that apartment!” and she said, “I live in that apartment!” Oh, and Doug took out his accordion and made me play it. I am not making this up. * Unless you want to keep reading about me, send me news anytime. I love the book recommendations, TV reviews, and hearing about how you are all staying young.