Class of 1962
We hope this brief note finds everyone healthy and dealing with the effects of the pandemic.  We are still on schedule for our 60th Reunion in July of 2022.  We encourage classmates to send any news about themselves.  We are enclosing a letter from Bob Fab that is somewhat amusing.  We are also sad that we have lost some more classmates whose names are listed on the website in Memorials.
Stay safe,
Darlene and Dick

From Bob Fab

I am doing a Vietnam style countdown. I’m like a cherry in brand new fatigues.


Supposedly, an American Male Caucasian of European descent will live 76.61 years. With a December 14, 1944 date of birth, the magic date is July 26, 2021.  July  26th?  Viva Fidel? I already crushed the New York State Retirement System who informed me in 2002 when going over pension options that my Drop Dead Date (very sensitive representative) was October 16, 2016. They are  losing money on me.  As with everything else, there are winners and losers.


I have already passed my parents, brother, aunts and uncles and grandfathers. I doubt the reasons can be attributed to clean living, sobriety, and prayer at all times. I am inclined to credit Timothy 5:23 – “”Drink no longer water. Take a little wine for thy stomach’s sake and thine own infirmities” and being a horseplayer.  Did you ever notice horse trainers live forever? Every day is a new day to look forward to. “A bad day at the track is better than a good day anywhere else.” We tell ourselves that.


Once I get past July 26th (do I dare leave the house?), I go after the grandmothers. Grandma Stockwell who lived to be 77 is in my crosshairs.  Grandma Fab will be a challenge as she lived to be 91.  She died like Vito Corleone. She was out in her tomato garden and grape vineyard and the dog came into the house after dark to break the news. But, just when I thought I had the bases covered,  I had to go deep on family genealogy  and discover a Niles Stockwell in Central NY who lived to be 103 in the 1850’s.  His 3rd wife was 30 when he married her at age 88. It didn’t turn out too well for the gold digger. Like the other wives, he buried her. I wonder if he had life insurance policies on his wives. Fuhgeddaboudit. I don’t need 103.


You recall how depressing it was upon arriving in Vietnam when someone asked “How many days?” and you had to say “364.” You could ask that question to any soldier at any time and they didn’t have to think about it. They knew exactly how many days “and a wakeup” were left.


They will think I am Cuban the way I will carry on, on July 26, 2021. However, I am thinking of  the line from the “The Quiet Man.”  Red Will Danaher:   “He will regret it until his dying day, if he ever lives so long.”

Here is a highlight of our 55th reunion. 
Stay tuned for more pictures over the next couple of weeks!
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