Thanks to a prod from Harvey, here are a few words for those who may remember your fellow classmate. Thanks to the medical miracles of this day and age, things are more or less operating satisfactorily, at least sufficient that I enjoy my dressage sessions (not sure about the horse’s opinion); still dabble with oil paints; remain involved with the lively Art Museum in Vero Beach during the winter; whack at golf balls, annoy the neighbors with my piano sessions (poor Chopin must also be suffering from my exertions, wherever he may be); enjoy getting together with classmate and neighbor, George Bass, to share a meal at our club and then wind up the evening singing the good old songs – ending with a rousing, nostalgic rendition of the Deerfield Evening Song; and from time to time I wander off for a visit to Rome or a stay amongst the heather in Scotland. My darling Ellie is much missed since 2008 when she passed away. But there are still great times with her families’ reunions when as many as thirty five of us gather for the holidays here in Brookline, and I enjoy touching base with my stepsons and their families in Seattle, Washington and Los Altos, California as we visit back and forth. Being together with classmates for our 65th was a special moment in time, as were our student days at Deerfield. Should any of you forty-niners find yourself in the Boston Area, or around Vero Beach, Florida, you’ll find a welcome at my doorstep. John McKey