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Message: [QUOTE="cto, post: 3386548, member: 412"] Your story brought back a flood of memories. My parents, too, had brought me to Syracuse at beginning of my freshman year ... and they had not returned until nearly four years later for my commencement. Commencement weekend was not as organized as it has become. As I recall, the ONLY organized event was commencement itself, followed by a luncheon for a few invited graduates, their parents, various university officials, and the commencement speaker. (But we had two of them; more about that later). The night before commencement, my parents took me, my boyfriend and two other friends, to dinner at a funky place I loved called Walter White's .. which has long since disappeared. I stayed in my sorority house that night (for the only time without a curfew in that era of strict curfews for women undergraduates). Commencement was held on a beautiful sunny day, Sunday June 2, 1963, outdoors in Archbold Stadium, featuring TWO commencement speakers. The university had invited CP Snow (a British intellectual that we had never heard of) as the speaker. But my class, which was politically active, rejected that idea ... and independently we invited Adlai Stevenson (a recent two-time Democratic candidate for president) to be the speaker. So we had two, and both also spoke at the subsequent luncheon (to which I and my parents were invited because I was on the senior class executive council). My parents left that afternoon to return home to Armonk, but I stayed another day with some friends. One of them, a very close friend for four years named Milt Joffe, said to me as we said good-bye, "Have a great rest of your life." I was like ... "What do you mean?" He replied, "We will probably never see each other again." I told him he was crazy. Sadly, he was right. I never saw him again, and he died recently after a distinquished career at the Buffalo Evening News. The next day, I sadly packed four years of belongings into my battered 13-year-old Dodge which had survived four Syracuse winters, and set out for Armonk. Along my six-hour drive, I kept switching stations on my car's AM radio trying to find some rock and roll, but all I found were news reports about the death that day of Pope John XXIII. Oddly, that is one of the clearest memories of my graduation weekend. [/QUOTE]

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