Good grief,

Looking at the pictures of Danny, Marion, Greg, Caroline and countless othes whose names I can't connect to the correct faces is daunting and fabulous, simultaneously.

My kids (the ones I borrow from my brother Josh, who met his wife, the former Kristin Byng, younger sister of Ted, at camp and got married and are still married 20 years later; I'm still the commit-phobe I was at 15) are old enough for Chanco, and I surely hope they will learn to face their fears, their faiths, and expand their definitions of community the way I did, oh, so long ago in a place not too terribly far away.

Ruth Hanna Strong