I’m glad you saw my parents there. My dad was fairly close to Hapgood–and for some reason, during high school, my dad and several of the MHS guys of the time (the early 1960s) called Hapgood “The Rabbi.” Apparently he was some kind of guru of the day, or at least popular enough to warrant a nickname.

And I’m glad you were at the services, Peters, to represent us all. I haven’t seen Bobby and Tony in about a decade, I’d say. It must be a very hard time for them and the family.

A real loss for McPherson. And yes, it does make me also reflect on my parents’ ages and health and habits. My mom arrives in Minneapolis tomorrow to spend the Mother’s Day weekend with us, which is a nice thing. Both of my parents are turning 61 in the next month, and I don’t see them–or my sisters or any of my family, really–often enough. And I guess we’re getting to the point where we have to realize they all won’t be around forever. Neither will the Hollow Men. Though I’m heartened to think of my dad’s era at MHS and realize there was a syndicate of fellows not entirely unlike the HM. And then there’s us. And I have to believe there have already been other groups that have formed since our graduation, and there’s some comfort there in being part of that lineage.

I always remember Bob Hapgood honking a horn to cheer on people’s birthdays during his morning show on the radio.