Richard Case:  

other things that used to be somewhere else. Kind of interesting, yet poignant to view the tract mansions growing out of the former tobacco fields I dragged my ass through so many years ago. I hope that all members of Class of '66 will make an effort to attend the 40th reunion, (which I assume we will have?). I don't know anything about one, except that this is the year. By now we are all old, fat, dead, rich, broke, gray, bald, maybe all of the above, whatever, and nobody cares anymore. It's just fun to see as many of the old gang as possible. Although there were certainly various groups, and we all had our closest circles, basically everyone in our class knew everyone else. (my kids had 450 in their class and don't know a third of them) Sometimes you find out things you never would have guessed from people you never would have expected (or suspected) Some of us are on the "committee"'s e-mail list, so I'm hoping to hear something soon. There's a small group of 66ers around town who have done all the work on the previous reunions. I hope they're still up to it. So if you've just stumbled on this, and are lost, or you aren't on the list you could try Fred Steinhagen (the ringleader, I think). He lives in Simsbury. I can't give you his contact information or mine, either, (that costs money) but you might be able to find him. You could track me down from the information above, if you are looking to get found.