An update from our
Friends,Thank God Garry and Peggy are safe! I look forward to his report.As I have been essentially house bound for most of the past couple of months, it probably
wouldn’t surprise you if I have nothing to report this month. Then again, it also probablywouldn’t surprise you that having nothing to say won’t stop me from saying it!
The majorloss over this time period was my inability to go to LS this year. Not only did I want tobe at the Class functions so I could get some well-needed hugs and long conversations,but also, I missed the Golden.
We did get out for a quick five day four night trip to our “happy place,” (remember the
old Uncle Remus stories by Joel Chandler?), Yosemite National Park. Bob and MarleseGourley came out and accompanied us on one of the best short vacations of all time.Although I was pretty much sedentary (Bob even drove every mile of the trip), I was stillable to get around to see my favorite places in the world. Great weather, great scenery(the Falls, while not completely full, were breathtakingly beautiful) ,excellent food andwine. The last night, spent at the Ahwahnee Hotel , our two rooms shared a 1500 squarefoot balcony which had a marvelous view of the Upper Falls. We had cocktails there inthe evening and a large breakfast served there before leaving for the Bay Area.The wildest thing happened 45 minutes after we got home. Vivian and I were in thebackyard and we heard a pistol shot from the direction of the front yard; we raced (think of Jabba the Hut from
rumbling through the garage) to the front. When we gotthere, there was no
shooter, no gun, no shell casings. Rather, the “gunshot”
was ablowout of the right front tire; a three sided flap had blown out of the right side wall.This, after Marlese had kept wondering why there were no guard rails on themountainous highways in Yosemite. Were we lucky?!The Gourleys were the most recen
t of six couples Vivian and I have “introduced” to
Yosemite. Friends from Texas (if I can make it) will be the seventh; all have loved this
special place. So, come on out. We’d like for you to be the eighth…and the ninth…and
the tenth!I have had some time to do a little research while laid low. I was fascinated to learn of the almost reverence in which the folks at the Peace Corps hold our Classmate, PaulCoverdell. I will report on the research next time, together with an update of our plans tomake the Best of Class (1957, of course) sponsor the Best of Scholarships.By the way, our now 21 year old Elly will be married in late August! Gad, how old canwe get? And they will spend part of their honeymoon at, you guessed it, the Wawona!