Okay, I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first? The good news? Are you sure? People usually want to hear the bad news first. I’ll give you one more chance. No? Okay, you asked for it. I admire your optimism. This issue, three fine people wrote with updates; and one other is having his published whether he likes it or not. So let’s get to it: Bruce Dalbeck got married. Dr. Christine Barrett decided he was worth the effort, which we knew all along. They had an absolutely beautiful ceremony in the heart of Maine, complete with fancy food and beverages (if you consider Spam and wine coolers fancy, which I most certainly do). Bruce wore traditional white, and his bride carried him over the threshold. Wait, reverse that. * Last January Chris Vickers took a new position with the Vermont Country Store in Manchester, Vt., as chief merchandising and marketing officer. (Basically, he sells maple syrup.) “In July we were moving into our new home and a woman pulled up looking for the previous owners. She looked at me and said, ‘I graduated with you from Colby College in 1987. My name is Colleen Balch.’” (I thought he was going to say Julia Roberts, but Colleen is even better!) He went on to say, “Colleen looked great and is living in Tinmouth, Vt. Small world.” * Karen Czuchry Sallmann says, “I’m living back in Munich, Germany, with my husband and my two girls, 8 and 4. We bought an apartment in ‘the Munich,’ which is keeping me rather busy lately. We visited my brother, Matt, in New York, where he is filming his TV show The Good Wife. (Holy crap, Karen’s brother is Julianna Margulies?) Unfortunately, we did not make it up to Colby. Perhaps, next time we’re in the States.” * Adam Ernster just shot a fitness segment on Access Hollywood Live with Billy Bush ’94, which aired beginning of August. (Adam is the foremost expert in squat thrusts and received his Ph.D. in “Critiquing People Who Do Crappy Squat Thrusts.”) Seriously, if you have any alumni support in you, watch the segment regularly. He never has to know you’re reclined on the couch. * 282 words left, and you know what that means. If you’ll indulge. * My son just turned 1, which means I’m old enough to be his grandfather. Lately I’ve been feeling this sharp pain in my knee that temporarily slows my step, though hopefully never enough to keep up with this gremlin. Where there’s a will, there’s Lanacane. Or a prosthetic leg. Or a small pony to ride. Next year we celebrate our 25th reunion, which is to say that we will have been out of school three years longer than our entire lives prior to, and through, Colby. That is a sobering thought. Tonight, as my wife and I got our little boy ready for bed, we listened to Sting. He was playing on a CD, by the way, not actually in our room. The song was When We Dance, and it instantly took me back to school. I was all but literally transported, naïve again, full of potential. The world hadn’t yet tainted my psyche and age hadn’t slowed my step. I felt exhilarated by that place in life where it seemed like the party would never end. But it did. And while I wouldn’t trade any part of my life, I marvel at the power of memory. Make no mistake, we are all still at Colby, no matter where we find ourselves now. It belongs to us, remains as authentic as anything we can physically touch or taste or feel. All it takes is a song, and for a brief moment, we are back. * Okay, now for the bad news. You wasted five minutes reading my column. But I wish you extra happiness for the effort. Peace, classmates.