I sat for some time watching people come and go. I recognized our old biology teacher, Dick Dyar, who must be in his eighties now. I said to Fred that once upon a time, I should have known some of these people. I left Spencer in the fall of 1971.
I felt as if I'd stepped back in time, except that somebody needs to fix the Way-back Machine. We all looked so long in the tooth. But still, Fred and I chit-chatted as if we'd only last talked yesterday.
O alte Burschenherrlichkeit, wohin bist du entschwunden?
Nie kehrst du wieder, goldne Zeit, so froh und ungebunden!
Vergebens spähe ich umher, ich finde deine Spur nicht mehr.
O jerum, jerum, jerum o quae mutatio rerum!