I just got home from my 20th reunion at Vassar. Class of '88– woo-hoo! I've gone to every reunion along the way, thus returning to my heyday at regular five-year intervals for noursihment. I do LOVE it there. Heavenly! It's such a lovely, otherworldly sort of place. Lo these many years later I still have a dreamlike disbelief in my good fortune.
This time, though, a suffocating blanket of heat nearly smothered the festivities.