Saturday Breakfasts

We got to the Class of 65 tent for our first breakfast at 7:30 am. It was freezing. Cold temperatures, high humidity and a wind chill factor in an open tent with wet lush grass under our feet, made for a less than ideal setting. The only hot item on the menu were the beverages. I passed the platters fruit though colorful and fresh, were cold. Fortunately, we heard about another breakfast at the ILR tent, and not a minute too soon for as soon as we got to the ILR courtyard and filled our plates with warm eggs and frittatas, we joined a table of good old friends of Raphael--Tony, and his wife Phyllis; John and Donna; and Dottie and her husband. Stories flew back and forth until the current dean of the school got up to speak.