May 29, 2008, Dear Friends...
Thus began a letter written to his college classmates from some guy who might have shown up at his 25th college reunion, but for some woman who is forgotten but not gone insisting on continuing her quixotic quest to destroy her own party by trying to keep racism cool and otherwise trying to minimize her own party's nominee's chances in '08 so she can give Bill Clinton that third term he has always coveted... in '12.
Our classmate Dan Loeb read a note at the Columbia '83 reunion class cocktail party from his friend and classmate Sen. Barack Obama (I took notes about the letter, and, being me, then proceeded to lose said notes! Note to self: watch those gin & tonics...) in which Barack mentioned justice and s*** and otherwise how he hoped we would all to aspire to be the kind of country (and world) where everyone could aspire to the success that those of us in his college class have achieved. [Personally... in the words of the husband of that other candidate mentioned in the first paragraph... I think we can do better.] Well, we'll see what happens at the class dinner on Saturday... nah, he won't show.
Another college classmate of mine, Eric (with whom I also went to high school) recalled that he met a Black guy from Hawaii once in the Barnard College cafeteria. That, my friends, is confirmation... because no one else I met remembered him... or with few exceptions, me for that matter! (It was that kind of a place!)
And there you have it. FWIW, Estrada wasn't there either. Saturday night awaits...