I graduated a coed Quaker high school outside Philadelphia in 1960. We had 60 – 70 students a class. Twice a year we receive an alumni magazine in which I turn immediately in search of names I recognize among the dead or those contributing to the class-by-class news. The former grows while the latter slides.
The latest issue reported the passing of seven people with whom I was acquainted. (More than one-third of my class is deceased.) Of those who bothered to bring the rest of us up to date on their activities, one has moved into a retirement community near Philly and five have retired to Florida. One woman has returned, after 13 years off, to school administrative work and one fellow “still buys and sells antiques here in the north.” One, me, has a new book “Messiahs, Meshugganahs, Misanthropes & Mysteries,” coming out from FU Press.
What a peculiar thing to be doing? I thought.
So many Bob Levins on the Internet; I'm the Bob Levin who writes.