At Colgate’s reunion this weekend, the campus storm tracker alerted all to head indoors. Someone who graduated 6 years after I was born landed inside our reunion housing. He tolerated our bawdy stories and antics. Turned out he and I were both to be at the All-Class Authors’ Book Signing the next day. 

His book about his father looks really interesting. We both brought along artifacts–his were letters and such from which he had pieced the book together, kept in a cigar box–and switched our chairs next to each other. We both lamented not having asked questions of parents while they were still alive. He is the third in his family lineage to have the same name, so long ago they nicknamed him Trip. 

Harry Haldt, AKA Trip, it was fantastic meeting such a gent and thanks for your help. Happy the storm threw us together. And as I’m sure you tire of hearing, you are a trip.

Good luck! See you in 5 years.