For Alumni Notes a brief poem which is likely to resonate with the oldsters we have become.
Memory Quest
A memory is a shy night creature
Shunning the light an intrinsic feature
Fevered pursuit, bright searching light inside
More fiercely sought, more determined to hide.
Bank the ardor. Go dark and still the mind.
Wake. Quickly beam. The quarry you will find
Hidden no more in dark sheltered places.
Deer-frozen in your mind’s open spaces.”
Bill Wilmot ’51