Joy and melancholy are what I'm feeling. That I was, for a time, a part of the little landscaped Cherry Lawn world: a little of each philosophy, blind young love, playing it cool, Zen, Spagettios on a hotplate, #10 butt cans, golden moments gabbing on a gazebo, wondering what it's like up that dorm staircase while trying to study?, waking to the Four Tops, the Beatles, or the Monkees blaring through a cinderblock world, thinking none of this crap matters since I'm the next great poet after EE Cummings, and of course Mom and Dad visiting and arguing: annoying! Etc., etc. Hats off to that rich essence of life that Basil Burwell brought to us, and Mr. Zuber's: Hannibal's army strategy disguised as desks.
With Love Peter Miller - I believe that I wiil be at this reunion.