As we went to school in the 60’s and 70’s, a swirl of unbelievable current events, from the assassination of JFK, MLK, RFK, political protests and elections easily as interesting as today, civil rights reforms, to Vietnam, to landing on the moon were occurring. I feel we were blessed with some very astute and dynamic educators in our schools who provided the opportunity to guide us how to understand these events and how the world was changing, in addition to teaching us the 3 R’s. In many cases they brought out the best in us, in other cases of conflict, they provided the opportunity for us to learn how to deal with adversity and to discover who we really were. Today the issues and perspectives we grew up with have taken new directions. To many of us, the first chance to understand another culture in High School was made by picking a foreign language. Mine was Latin. I was told not to take it, it was a dead language, it couldn’t be used. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. I ended up taking 4 years of it! Latin taught me the structure of language, and as a bonus, revealed a society loaded with lessons filled with war, love, politics, oratory, and culture. Our teacher Mrs. Alldian made us memorize the first seven lines of the Aeneid, and said we’d never forget them….well here goes: “Arma virumque cano, Trojae que primis ab oris” (I forgot the other six, sorry Mrs. Alldian). But, I’d say it prepared us pretty well. Like many of our classmates, I attended Cranford schools from Kindergarten through HS graduation. I consider this more than a HS reunion. During the Cranford years I have made lifelong friends that I am fortunate to know, and hope to renew more friendships at our reunion. There is so much more I could write about careers, family, and life in general and how it all started in a small town along the banks of the Rahway River….but I’ll save it for when I see you.