I very much enjoyed my ’77 classmate Art Schankler’s October letter about PAW’s unholy persistence in tracking even the most recalcitrant among us to the ends of the Earth. I once tried to outwit you by faking my own death in a quite poignant Class Notes letter from the New Orleans prostitute in whose arms I had supposedly croaked, but alas. Soon there you were in the mailbox again, undaunted. And as a longtime professional writer, may I say you’re currently producing a very good magazine.
I very much enjoyed my ’77 classmate Art Schankler’s October letter about PAW’s unholy persistence in tracking even the most recalcitrant among us to the ends of the Earth. I once tried to outwit you by faking my own death in a quite poignant Class Notes letter from the New Orleans prostitute in whose arms I had supposedly croaked, but alas. Soon there you were in the mailbox again, undaunted. And as a longtime professional writer, may I say you’re currently producing a very good magazine.