Survivors of the Dobbs Ferry High School class of 1970–including me–felt a tug to come together in this oddest of years at our 47th reunion.
While I wouldn’t have wished for cancer, I wouldn’t trade my new life for my old one.
I asked Angus about the wool: How and when are the sheep sheared? Who do you sell it to and what do they do with it? The answer was initially stunning.
While I certainly wouldn’t have wished for cancer, I’m happy with my “new life,” and don’t pine for the old one.
There a great story behind this photo, proudly displayed outside the door of our NYC apartment.