Had a call from an old friend the other day. He had received our Christmas card and was worried, that since there wasn’t any note in it, we might not be doing so well. (The truth is more related to laziness than anything else.)
Anyway, Vincent and I first me in kindergarten in September, 1949. We went all through school together. The town we grew up in (Lincoln, RI) didn’t have a high school back then, and we both opted to go to Hope High in Providence. My father and I would give Vincent a ride to school in the morning, and we rode the bus home together in the afternoon. After high school, we both went to Wentworth Institute pf Technology in Boston, where we were roommates. After Wentworth, we went our separate ways, but within a couple of years, we both ended up working in the same department at Pratt & Whitney in Connecticut. After another few years, Vincent enlisted in the Air Force and I moved on to jobs at other companies…but some time later, we both ended up back at Pratt & Whitney and, of course, in the same department again! We both stayed there this time till we each retired.
Vincent lost his wife last January, from complications after a fall on some black ice. Otherwise it sounds like he’s doing well. Is daughter is living with him, and he remains active in the area. He also attends get-togethers with other retirees from P&W for luncheons and some breakfasts.
When we were kids, he was always into model trains. He still is. And he “hangs around” a local railroad near his house, where they maintain a sort of railroad museum. Sounds like he’s even talked his way into operating the real engines, too.
It was great to hear from him, and I’ll have to try to be more pro-active in the future with keeping in touvh.
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