As I write this column, many young people and their families are
participating in graduation events, the wedding season is upon us,
and college and other reunions are commencing, including my 45th
college reunion. Even fictional folks are having reunions: Garry
Trudeau has assembled his "Doonesbury" characters for their
reunion. I am looking forward to my real one.
Several weeks ago I was honored to play piano at the wedding of
the daughter of friends, a young woman who played youth soccer for
me 20 years ago. The wedding and reception were at MIT, where the
bride works. As a thank you, the bride and groom gave me a too
generous but very thoughtful gift certificate. When I received this
gift certificate, I happened to be thinking about my upcoming
reunion. I also was in the process of deciding whether to have a
particular watch of mine repaired, a diving watch I have no
objective need for, being one of several watches I own because of a
fondness for gadgets generally and watches in particular. However
memory banks work, mine then clicked to a long-time friend who died
a few years ago.
He was a college classmate, fraternity brother and sports
teammate. He was a first-rate athlete (an all-state quarterback),
first-rate intellect and a superb storyteller. He became a lawyer
and, after clerking for a federal judge, worked on Wall Street for
a while, thereafter becoming a headhunter. He ultimately landed in
academia at a major law school as an assistant dean. For a variety
of reasons, he decided to extricate himself from everything
to do with the legal profession and moved to the Virgin Islands,
where he became a professional diver and instructor. He returned to
the states, and a few years ago I got a call from another
fraternity brother who reported that our good friend had just been
diagnosed with brain cancer. This was in January and a few months
later he was gone. He was as full of life as anyone I ever have
known and I confess that his death hit me pretty hard.