MIT 50th Reunion

Next weekend, I will wend my way to Boston, the home of the bean and the scrod, where the Lodges speak only to  Cabots and the Cabots speak only to God (and no one speaks like the Kennedys). It’s been 50 years since I graduated. I went to school in Cambridge. No, I am not humble bragging about Hah-vad. I went to the technical school down the river.

As I look over the class of 1974, I realize almost all my friends were in the class of 1975, and I’m not going back twice. So, I bought my red coat (and will maybe buy the straw boater), my tickets to Tech Night at the Pops (Arthur Fiedler, conductor, right?) and will spend some time with as many friends in the area as I can squeeze. Maybe even a tour of The Tech, just maybe recovered from its existential crisis

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[Robert E Malchman]

Lodges. The Lodges speak only to Cabots.

I always wondered if that meant Henry Cabot Lodge talked to himself.