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VOICES FROM THE PAST

I got an email from one of my MIT room mates today.

He wanted to know if I was going to the fiftieth reunion next year.

I haven't heard from him (or he from me) in 35 years.

Just a lost connection.

I started to write the email reply and then stopped.

I had the number. Why not call?

So I did.

He was there and sounded much the same.

We ran through some history; brief profiles.

He worked for big corporate America then quit and started his own company. Plastics.

I did somewhat the same. Management training.

Both of us have done OK and do not regret a moment of our lives.

It was pretty nice.

But it is clear that we could only take so much. After about 10-15 minutes we started to flag.

We said goodbye with a promise to stay in touch.

I don't know if we will but it is nice to think so.

I took down his email address and phone.

I will put a note on the calendar that we talked today.

Maybe 6 months.

We have something in common. I am going to start working with the MIT Educational Council and interview young people interested in applying to the school. He has done it for 15 years.

Maybe I will call him after I talk to a few kids.

I am not going to the reunion.

Like I said to him. It isn't a matter of principle as much as a matter of interest.

It used to be a matter of principle. Anti war stuff and all that. Not now.

Keerist, we are all anti-war now.

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