Hello wonderful classmates and any bored people in the admissions waiting room randomly perusing the Colby magazine. I only had three people send news this quarter; but they are three such fine people. No, let me go further. They are three unbelievably attractive people of the highest moral fiber. They are the kind of people you’d like to buy a new villa in Italy if you could afford one, which unfortunately I can’t. But you get the point. I am extremely proud of these people. (This is to show that, if you write news, I will shower you with hollow praise. Talk about incentive.) I also get a lot of spam messages from non-classmates that I could print; but they usually involve some sort of fake lottery or promise of virility. So I respond to those in private. On we go. * Allyson Goodwin writes, “Son Jordan graduated from Northfield Mount Hermon in May. He’ll attend R.I.T. this fall to study engineering. Daughter Haley is a junior at N.M.H. I’m going into my seventh year as chief advancement officer at N.M.H., my second tour in advancement at my alma mater. My husband is also an N.M.H. classmate so, among the four of us, we are ‘all-in!’ [I’m sensing a theme here.] My family and I live on campus in the beautiful hamlet of Gill, Mass., where there isn’t even one blinking light and the closest Starbucks is 40 miles away. It’s the hinterland, but it’s gorgeous and a great place to educate teenagers. I was sorry to miss our 25th reunion, but my own work with alumni kept me away from Mayflower Hill.” * Ever calm Ellen Galambos writes, “I’m sitting here trying to write a course overview for the College Board’s A.P. English Language and Composition. I just spent the last week at Bentley being trained to teach this course, and I’m PETRIFIED! [Okay, I stand corrected.] Thankfully, the lovely Karen Glahn Meredith has been teaching this same College Board course for years in California, and I intend to draw heavily on her expertise.” (Phew, that’s more like it.) * Charles Herrera says, “My news, fascinating as it is, is that I’m getting married on August 26. Not my first, but practice makes perfect. [Not when it comes to cliff diving, Charles. Learned that the hard way. Sure do miss my chin.] I’m still living and working in Silicon Valley. We are off to Hawaii for a few weeks after, where I expect to enjoy snorkeling, sailing, and not getting stung by jellyfish. I missed the reunion, but it seems so did many of my Colby friends. My memory is going, so I’m guessing even if I had gone I would have ended up there on the wrong week. Meanwhile, in the course of planning the wedding, I’ve heard from Peter Voss, Peter McKinley, Michael Salvador, and Irene Izquierdo Patterson, who all sound alive, and Rich Bachus who sounds almost alive. He never replied to my invite so can’t be sure. To sum up: Herrera, alive, getting married. Did I mention at a winery? Fitting if you know me.” (Because you love bottling processors? The smell of cork? I mean, why else would anyone get married at a winery?) * Okay, I have one hundred words left. That’s a bigger number than it sounds. It is, I must admit, a daunting challenge to fill in the proverbial blank with enough phrases of merit to defeat this verbal mountain that now stands before me. Many times I simply don’t have one hundred words floating in my brain, much less flowing from hand to paper. But I want you to know, each and every one of you, from the very tallest to, well, myself, that I am no shrinking violet. I will make the most of this opportunity and … oops, ran out. Peace.