Jean Bleyle returned to Mayflower Hill last summer on two occasions. Her grandson from Georgia attended a soccer camp on campus, and Jean walked around Johnson Pond and watched him on the playing fields. Then she brought her nephew and his teenage son and daughter to a college information session. During the session, Jean’s nephew mentioned that his aunt was an alumna and the youthful guide inquired about the year of Jean’s graduation. “Wow!” was the guide’s response. Jean points out that would be like being with a graduate from 1918 when we would have been visiting campus in our high school days. That is very sobering. * Phil Kay has moved west. Leaving his longtime home on Boston’s North Shore, Phil now resides in the mountains of Colorado. But don’t fear, Phil has kept his Red Sox tickets, his sailboat in Manchester-by-the-Sea, and his house at Sugarloaf. You can take the boy out of Boston, but you can’t get the Red Sox hat off his head. Phil attended a Tau Delta Phi reunion last year at the Samoset in Rockland, Maine, and had a great time. * Lou Champagne raised a tribute to Zeta Psi as he, Eric Meindl, Bill Walker, and Ed Scherer met at the home of Steve Ford ’68. Lou retired from Pfizer last year and found more time to ski and play hockey. In the spring Lou hangs up the skis for cleats and coaches his son’s Little League team and attends his other son’s Babe Ruth League games. Come summer Lou rides his mountain bike around his home in Kennebunkport. * Nick Hadgis welcomed another Nicholas into the family with the birth of his grandson in May. Nick says that even though his granddaughter is named Alexandra, the family has not become Russian; they remain true to their Greek roots. Nick plans to retire in June 2015. * Mike and Pam Cooper Picher recently returned from a biking, kayaking, and hiking tour in Newfoundland. * Sally Rae Bennett may be our only classmate who still has her beanie—the blue one we had to wear until the first touchdown in the fall. Just out of curiosity, I would love to know if anyone else has that sartorial relic. Sally discovered hers as she was unpacking boxes when she and Charlie moved to their new home in Virginia. * As I write this column in mid-August, in Boston, the streets are running like rivers as an intense storm brings a deluge. All this as I read a note from Rev. Brian Kopke that he spent the winter building an ark—yes, an ark, as in Noah and the ark. Brian carved the craft and more than 60 animals for a Maloof Foundation show in Alta Loma, Calif. The effort took him more than 700 hours. He asks if anyone knows of a home for the exhibit after the show closes. * To keep with our animal theme, Roland Connors writes about a trip he took on, of all beasts, a mule. And what is more, the mule was white—yes, white. He neglected to say if the mule was named Aristotle, but he did write that she was very hard working and willful, which is a polite way of saying stubborn. One more interesting detail of this yarn is that Roland earned his graduate degree from the Colorado School of Mines. Do you want to guess the mascot of the Colorado School of Mines? Bingo—a white mule. What are the chances that one person would earn degrees from the only two schools in the country having a white mule as mascot? Any of you who had Homer Hayslett for statistics can figure this out, and I will publish the results in the next column. This mule trip was in Montana, and Roland and his wife enjoyed great views.