I was a classmate of Tony’s at Andover, class of ’67. Even at that immature age, it was very apparent how brilliant he was, winning a number of academic prizes in Latin, Greek, Virgil, Homer, as well as being a National Merit finalist. I was thoroughly intimidated by how brilliant he was. In a class publication at the end of our senior year, Tony wrote a Homeric poem with the ending, “The spear of Mars lay limp upon his thigh.” Eighteen-year-olds don’t write like that, but it was easy for him. Tony, congratulations and best wishes!
I was a classmate of Tony’s at Andover, class of ’67. Even at that immature age, it was very apparent how brilliant he was, winning a number of academic prizes in Latin, Greek, Virgil, Homer, as well as being a National Merit finalist. I was thoroughly intimidated by how brilliant he was. In a class publication at the end of our senior year, Tony wrote a Homeric poem with the ending, “The spear of Mars lay limp upon his thigh.” Eighteen-year-olds don’t write like that, but it was easy for him. Tony, congratulations and best wishes!