Eric Ramon 

As one of the two New Division graduates in the class of '69,
I was delighted to have a chance to see the photographs.
It brought back a flood of old memories. The first is a vivid
mental picture of Kendall Marsh, in a kilt, greeting the new
students on the stoop of New Division 1 when I first arrived.

A second, a fond remembrance of hiking back along the old railroad
tracks with Jeff Douglas to flyfish in the pond about a mile back
in the woods. I recall playing touch football in the parking lot, in
a tee-shirt. When the temperature broke thirty-two degrees, we
thought it was Spring. Also, my former wife is still laughing at the
remembrance of my flyfishing the Mousam River at ice-out. Wading wet,
I slipped. The only thing above the surface water was the fly rod.
The trout were delicious, but it is a miracle it didn't kill me.

Then there is the way had to park that old Jaguar convertible on a hill.
When the temperature hit freezing, I had to roll it down the hill
and pop the clutch. 

Jeff Douglas, Bill Kennedy, the faculty, staff, and students made staying
up all night in front of the fireplace a source of wonderful memories. 

It truly was the "Death of a Dream."