Eightysomethings are the new black
I was in New Haven yesterday for the kickoff planning session for my ten year reunion. During introductions, the Class of ‘44 reunion chair quipped:
I just hope enough of us live another nine months.
After a round of “Oh geez!” nervous laughter, someone who works at The Association of Yale Alumni assured him there are around 300 members still around from that class.
I’m shown here with the ultra-plucky, superbly pantsed octogenarian Fred Knox ‘49. Unfortunately, trou like the pair he’s sporting, embroidered with 9Y9, will run a bit north of the reunion budget.
