Aboard UA943 Paris to Chicago. Eva is asleep across the aisle as I sit and sort through the unforgettable images of a special moment in our lives.
Marco the Shy, our new honorary classmate.
The courage of Cathy, whose stream of consciousness wit brightened our days. The '69 did taste like dirt, and we thank you for that.
The look on Jeff of the Desert's face when we stopped at the tablecloth factory.
The no punches pulled bon mots from Charlie. No idol was left untoppled.
The wine cellars under Strasbourg hospital.
Barbara and Cary Grant in Paris -- a priceless story.
French and German trenches 20 feet apart at The Linge. 68,000 casualties in a nearly forgotten skirmish of the Great War.
Francis the journalist capturing moment after moment for the photographically challenged among us.
Lynn the good shepherd making sure no sheep got lost.
Snow in the Black Forest, with wine glasses the size of lab beakers, refilled on demand.
Closing the bar more than once with Mary Jo and Mike.
Vivianne the indefatigable breathing life and real meaning into every stop and sight along the way. A treasure.
Dinner in Paris with Wendy and Rick, the cherry on the sundae.
Old friendships strengthened.
Forgotten friendships rekindled.
New friendships formed and cherished.
To our fearless leaders Karen and Dick (Major Woody) a huge debt of gratitude is owed.
In Camelot, that's how conditions are.--Craig Quackenbush'65
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