News from North of the Border

(From Frank Dumont)

 I know this won’t bring tears to your eyes, but I’ve recently developed some major G.I. disorders from which I haven’t recovered completely.  I had promised Cliff and Brian that barring force majeure I’d do the whole 9 yards at the Reunion next week. Well I met that force. It was major but I’m making a comeback.

 I hope all 111 of you (and your close ones) are thriving—or like Cliff getting back to speed.

 I very, very much regret having to miss this once in a life-time event (I say once as I keep being reminded by others that we can’t dip our foot twice in the same stream.)  I’ll enjoy your posts and welcome, as well, personal reflections (to Rita and) me about your personal projects and aspirations.

 Ciao,

 Frank

 Ps.  Strangely, Brother Martin comes frequently to mind.  I loved the guy. I always called him “Varmint” (at Montfort House) which, he told me in 2000, he relished.  John McCrann haunts me as well. (In his later years, he’d call me from NJ to cuss me out—and then suggest I take another double scotch to make more sense.)  He always made sense to me even when he was quoting the Brooklyn Tablet.