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Buddie’s 25th Reunion was last week at Williams, and I’m sufficiently recovered from the epic drive home to write about it.
We attended the 15 and 20-year reunions, and this one was the best so far. In part because the children are older and that makes it more relaxed and interesting for everyone, and in part because we didn’t cram all five of us into one dorm room. (This year we had a whole wing of five rooms to ourselves.)
Buddie’s parents drove down from Vermont to spend the four days with us, which means we’ll have gotten time with them three times within 3 months, which is a great benchmark to reach.
Buds loved his time at Williams, and his college friends are splendid folks. Added bonus that we like all their chosen partners, too, so it makes for a fun gathering.
We left early on Wednesday for the first-leg drive to Buffalo, NY. (It was also Bud’s birthday, so the karmic payback of making Yessa spend 11 hours in a train for her birthday in Italy.)
Loaded up and ready to head out.
The quick drive over from Buffalo to Williamstown gave us time to check in then wander around campus on Thursday. (The full festivities didn’t begin until Friday.)
Buds lived in “The Old I” (stood for “the old infirmary”) for part of his Williams tenure. He lost his room key so he would climb in this window to get in his room.
Buds looking at the window he used to climb into.
We headed to the gym and wrestling room to see what had changed…not much.
The indoor track.
Buddie’s mom brought a cake to celebrate his birthday.
It’s says “46” and “25.” Perfect topping for the weekend.
Mary’s almost been caught by all three grands.
After a rather painful night in the dorms, we headed out to the Mass MOCA Museum in North Adams, MA.
(Note to self for the reunion in five years: Rent a house off-campus with college friends. Staying on-campus was fun and easy, but not comfortable. Do not forget the horse-hair blankets and slippy sheets.)
A quick breakfast snack together.
MOCA was fantastic. More time to explore would have been wonderful. We can do that in five years.
The grands trying out VR for the first time.
The musical art room.
Hanging out before the next exhibit.
Buds and Buster went down to Spring Street for a Magic Tournament on Friday night, which they both loved.
Telling us of their adventure.
Peter, Sarah, Ellen, and Eric were Buddie’s best college friends. Ellen didn’t attend the reunion, but we got to spend time with all the rest and their families.
Dining hall meals
Walking in the parade.
We swam in the pool. (Sarah was a college swimmer, so we all enjoyed the pilgrimage with her.)
Buds and I got in a workout.
We enjoyed exploring the new Sawyer Library, which was stunning.
I loved the various carols for all different types of studiers.
There may have been attempts to crush each other in the movable shelves.
The joy of being on this beautiful campus as Buds and his Williams tribe shared stories, pointed out buildings, laughed, and reminisced, it was delightful.
Buds, Mike, Peter in front wrestled together. Eric in the back.
They’ve all known him since before me:
The first time I met the gang in NYC in 1994.
Peter served cake at our wedding.
Sarah and Ellen wore those huge lapels with a smile.
We heard a hilarious story from Eric when he and Peter went to the grocery store in the small town I grew up in. They got asked if they were models because not many men dressed like them in our town.
Williams folks at our wedding.
And we’re all still here, 25 years later.
I watched the 50-year folks with special appreciation this year, and Buds and I visited with some 40-year alum. You don’t know what life holds, but having good folks with you along the way; that’s what matters.
One last note, we drove straight home after the reunion, setting a new family record 18-hour drive. The children, Chip The Dog, and I held the previous 17-hour record. Buds was proud to be part of this new record-setter.
See you in five years, Purple Cows.
All the alum from 1992:
Buds on the bottom right in a gray-looking shirt.