I've become a museum piece. Actually I'm flattered and happy to be on The Cellar wall. May the students who gather there have half the fun we did from 1952-l956. By the way, in one of the earlier issues you bemoaned the fact that The Hatchet had disappeared again. Then some dark night a brave soul is seen flashing it outside one of the dorm windows and the chase is on.
Old traditions die hard.
I am a UPS parent of two daughters, a senior and a freshman. I can imagine either one of them going out to work in South America or Africa. Mrs. Hunt's story made me stop and think about loss and grief and faith. I can only offer sympathy and prayers for Mrs. Hunt and her family, and for Krista's husband, Aaron. I was touched by his words of forgiveness.