BCHS Class of 1960 55th Reunion Web Page. Our 60th REUNION is October 2020.

Our 55th Reunion was awesome!
Photos and Professor Dan Moriarity State of the Class and Nation
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Our 60th reunion in October 2020
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Thanks to the 2015 Reunion Planning Committee – Maxine Adams, Ken Buess, Bill Clark, Dan Cornell, Dick Cornell, Fritz Kass, Ted Krantz, Dan Moriarty, Bruce O’Connor, Rex Ruthman, Kathy Sanderson, Chris Torey - for their work planning this reunion.

 

 


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BCHS Class of 1960

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Our 50th REUNION latests news!



Post-Reunion Newsletter to the Class of 1960:

Hi All -- I'm surrounded by two feet of snow as I write this and the 50th Class Reunion, with the wonderful weather we enjoyed last September in Saratoga, is but a distant memory. But, time to bring those memories forward and write the Post-Reunion Newsletter.

We had a 42% Classmate attendance rate - a record turn-out. There were 226 graduates in our class. We have lost contact with 9 and 24 are deceased. We have added 17 classmates to our mail list who did not actually graduate with us but with whom we shared classmate status either in high school or elementary school. Attending the reunion were 121 Classmates and guests.

Below, you will read Chris Torey's recap which she has done for almost all of our Reunions. In fact, Chris has been involved in the planning of every reunion. Thanks, Chris!!

The Reunion Committee is asking you to contact us with any suggestions for our next reunion. The Committee will be meeting periodically over the next 5 years to plan the 55th. Our treasury is healthy and so is our ambition for the project. Thanks, Committee!! You will find our e-mail addresses on the website which Fritz Kass has created and now maintains for us: http://www.bchs-class-of-1960.info/ Thanks, Fritz!!

On this website you can find the wonderful speech Dan Moriarty made which touched us all. Thanks, Dan, for being our Poet-Chronicler!!

Also on the website you will find pictures from the Reunion. But if you would like your own private picture show, Dick Sullivan has created a dvd of all the photos everyone took at the Reunion. He has written a letter below offering you a copy. Thanks, Dick!!

Be well and please stay in touch.

Yours truly,
Maxine Adams


Hi Classmates:

Well after all the planning and expectation, the party is over. We have had our 50th reunion and what a party it was!!!

It all started Friday night at the Saratoga Raceway with horsd'oeuvre and drinks. Not that anybody had time to drink or eat with all the catching up there was to be done.

Saturday, was a beautiful sunny day!! Just what we needed to have all the fun we could squeeze into one day. A group of intrepid adults went off on a hike. A short little hike just enough so we had energy left to party again on Saturday night . Then there were those who went to Saratoga Lake and enjoyed the party boat rides and refreshments on a beautiful summer day.

There were still others who roamed the streets of Saratoga Springs.

In the evening we gathered at the Gideon Putnam for dinner and socializing. Not enough time. We could have talked all night, laughed and shared being with each other.

Our illustrious MC - Mr. Daniel Moriarty gave a very special speech to remind us all about the things that have taken place during these past years. He had had some help from you the class giving him a list of the things we had been through. He weaved a tale of these past 50 years. Yes, did I say 50 years.

We finished the week end with a continental breakfast and then it was back to the lives we have made for ourselves since leaving BCHS.

We are all still young at heart and looking forward to the next 50 years.

Sincerely,
Chris Torey


Hi Classmates-

Hope this e-mail finds you all happy, healthy, and with new years resolutions still safe and sound.

During the 50th festivities, several members of the reunion committee suggested that a DVD be made to remember this milestone event. I volunteered to do this, and also volunteered my daughter who knows how to do this. From seven different picture chips and 480 pictures the result is a 23 minute DVD set to 50's and 60's music.

If you would like a copy, please e-mail me at rsullivanga@aol.com and I will gladly send you a DVD. I have a bunch to get rid of, so don't let me down. If you would like to make a donation, send a check for $10 to Chris Torey at 18 Paul Road, Castleton, NY 12033, and it will be added to the class treasury. The donation is strictly voluntary.

Hope to hear from you soon and stay warm wherever you are.

Dick Sullivan





Speech/Monolog by Professor Dan Moriarity
Made possible only with the loving assistance of Dans wife Mary.
On the Occasion of the evening banquet for the
55th REUNION of BCHS Class of 1960
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Held at the Hotel Desmond, by Albany Airport

You may read or download this speech from the
Class of 1960 Website: http://www.bchs-class-of-1960.info

Dan Moriarity Remarks October 24, 2015 First, on behalf of the entire reunion committee I want to say welcome, and how happy we are that we could get together this weekend. I have had some comments this evening on my choice of attire. Upon retiring my wife, the light of my life, gave me this shirt, emblazoned with the Latin motto “Vetustior Humo” or Older than Dirt. To my mind it seemed appropriate for tonight’s gathering and it gives me a reason not to wear a tie, a bit of sartorial splendor which I have managed to avoid for the last two years. It has been 55 years since we were last an official class at Bethlehem Central. We were about 18 years old then, which means that we have been ex-classmates three or four times as long as we were in class at school together. And yet those were very important and significant years in all of our lives and even after such a long time apart it is awfully good to see each other again. [Toast] Second, I want to recognize those of our classmates who have passed on since we last met who can be with us only in spirit now. We believe that the following people have died within the last five years: Margot Cahalane Hayes; Richard Flanigan; Carol Call Fox; William Frueh; Karen Niles Hughes; Judith Nuzzo; June Seyboth O’Connor; Sheila Mason Truscott; Laverne Weatherwax; and Robert Woodside. We would like to say a few brief words about each of them. [A few words by various reunion committee members were spoken about each of the deceased.] On a less somber note I want to convey to you the congratulations and good wishes sent our way by several of our former teachers, Robert Berberich and Roberta Glatz. Neither of them could make it tonight but both asked us to be sure and tell you all that you are fondly remembered. We do have three of our former teachers present with us tonight, Dom DeCecco, Dick Feldman and Doris Pock. All are alive and well and Dick Feldman at least is still kicking up his heels leading a class on tap-dancing. [All were invited to stand and were applauded.] The survey we took of the class, though hardly a scientific poll like the ones taken by advertisers and politicians, had some interesting results. First, the responses were genuinely reflective, that is your classmates had reached a point in life when they had accumulated considerable experience and had the time to sit back and think about the lessons that they had learned. When I first began to read them I thought that as a group we had slowed down and were becoming rocking chair philosophers. We are now after all fully into our seventh decade and most of us are retired or semi-retired from our earlier careers. The image of a sage sitting on the front porch watching the world go bye while dispensing wise advice to the youngsters came to mind. But then I began to read what we are actually doing right now and the image of the quiet old geezer just dissipated and flew away. We have not been mothballed or taken out of commission yet. What has happened is that we have generally retired and abandoned the rat race of furthering a career or attaining success, however that may be measured in today’s world. And we have had some rather notable achievements in that realm: Multi-starred general officers in the armed forces, editors of national news journals have gone to school with us. We are, however, not now struggling, both financially and emotionally, to raise and support children or to run a business or a home or to solve the problems of a client, an employer or a household. Whatever level of success or recognition or security that we have striven to achieve in our lives has been won and we live with that. That race has been run over the last half-century and we are mostly done with it. But inactive we are not, not by any stretch of the imagination. We have begun to spend real time doing the things that we had wanted to do earlier in our lives but never had the time to indulge. Sports have been taken up a plenty. Golf and tennis seem popular as well as various forms of boating. Some of the activities seem quite strenuous (adrenalin sports as one classmate called them) like mountain biking and windsurfing. Others seem more serene like croquet and bird watching. Some could be in between, like hiking or bicycling. Hobbies have flourished: photography, woodworking and furniture building, drawing and painting, quilting, reading poetry, singing and playing music, attending operas and concerts, serving as tour guides or docents for historical groups or museums, and genealogy. This last hobby has attracted the interest of a number of people, one of whom traced ancestry to Hardy Canute, an early King of both Denmark and England who died in mysterious circumstances in 1042 and one of whose predecessors was Ethelred the Unready. I love to say that name, Ethelred the Unready, and stick into my conversation at any time I can mange it, weather really called for or not, as here. At any rate, tracing back ones ancestry a thousand years is an accomplishment worth mentioning. The travel bug has bitten many of us. Classmates have traveled all over the United States: the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, Alaska, Hawaii, The Everglades in Florida and the National and State parks in the West. We have traveled by car and by cruise, by plane and by tour bus. We have gone to far parts of the globe, setting foot all over Europe and the British Isles, as well as South America, Australia and New Zealand, the Far East, the jungles of the Amazon as well as the Mountains of the Andes and the Canadian West. The South seems to have offered a special attraction to many of us, especially in winter when bones which once rejoiced in the cold, crisp January air now feel the embrace of Jack Frost with somewhat lessened enthusiasm. One of us noted that as a group we still possess some “energy and wit.” Some of us have used our hard earned experience and skills to volunteer in many social endeavors or have become active in some forms of political action, both local and more global. One of us even earned a Ph.D. at age 70 and is using it to address problems of food and nutrition. A special mention should be made of Grandchildren. A constant theme in the replies I received was the very considerable amount of time happily spent with grandchildren, teaching them about the lessons of life with, as one of us put it, “none of the baggage and expectations (and duties and responsibilities I might add) of parents.” Another spoke of the “chance to orient those in younger generations” and to talk with them about hopes and dreams, both theirs and ours. I can assure you that just watching a young child discover things, like how to jump and what happens when you turn the volume nob on a radio, can bring joy to the heart of a grandparent and fill us with hope for the future in spite of all the contrary evidence we see about us in the news media. In other words we are as busy and active in our later life as we were when we were younger. Indeed, in some ways we are more so. But what do we think about the future? Are we generally optimistic or pessimistic? On that particular question my responses were about evenly divided. Among the pessimists a number focused on such things as the state of our public discourse in the news media, entertainment and politics. The voices are strident, biased, vitriolic and generally nasty. One of us alluded to Charles Dickens and his “Tale of Two Cities,” lamenting that “We have lived in the best of times” and a number of us said that our children and grandchildren would have less favored lives than we have lead. Some argued that the environment is stressed nearly, if not beyond, the breaking point and despaired of the future. The Near East, Africa, religious extremism and the decline in the quality of family life were mentioned by others. In contrast, other people thought, in response to my refrain of “What’s the matter with kids today?”, that there was nothing wrong with them. Rather, said they, today’s young people are terrific and more enlightened than we were at their age. Progress in securing human rights and social justice, and reductions in racism and sexism were mentioned. Others took the long view and said that today’s zealotry would give way to the moderation that generally prevails over time. And as I said, the faces of grandchildren seemed to give some hope to even the jaded. As to my question as to what from our youth isn’t there anymore and is missed, we got a lot of answers. Some were more personal and less widely significant, such as missing flakey pie crusts with real lard in them or bemoaning the loss of the little windows in car doors that let you regulate the draft of air into the car at speed. One of my personal favorites was the lamentation over the removal of the dartboard from the barroom at the Delmar Tavern, now Swifties. Many a good hour, or a bad one depending on your view of such things, had been spent there by quite a number of my fellows and to find that it had been replaced by a tall café table with high chairs occupied by stylish young professionals drinking white wine was a blow. Others missed things which impacted us all more seriously, such as the promise of JFK’s Camelot or a sense of civility in discussion of controversial issues. Answers as to what is missing with good riddance also drew out some personal idiosyncrasies, such as teased hairstyles and formal dress codes, as well as more serious responses such as the abolition of formal segregation, the cracking of the glass ceiling for women at work, and the great reduction in the acceptance of smoking. As to this last you might note that the fabled smoking area at Bethlehem Central in whose hazy confines so many managed to stuff themselves, is no more. In general, people seemed to remember our time in school as being less complex and more stable than now. We think of now as a time in which media overload and electronic distraction make life more hectic and stressful, even violent, for contemporary young and middle aged people. Many miss communicating and interacting with each other personally and at a less frenzied pace, and resent to some extent the ubiquity and impersonality of texting and other on-line forms of communication. Of course, at least as I recall, when we were actually living through those Halcion days of yore so long ago things didn’t seem quite so simple and idyllic as we might remember them now. Our parents fretted about Elvis Presley and his gyrating hips, and yet we survived and the country did not fall into the abyss. Perhaps we can manage to deal with computers and cell phones and the country may keep afloat for a couple of generations more. Well, where are we now? One classmate brought up the Beetles song which asked, “Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?” We are now all looking at 64 in the rear view mirror and can answer that even though we are older, we are still needed now and we still receive feeding and sustenance in the form of pleasures and happiness in life. We do know that, as one of our number noted, there is an “inevitable betrayal of our bodies – surrendering to the ravages of gravity and time.” She further remarked, “When did my mother’s humorously flappy upper arms replace mine?” We will deal with those eventualities when they come, as we have dealt with life’s imperatives and opportunities before. One of my favorite cases when I used to teach the law involved the death of one Babes Baker, a woman who was shot by a jealous lover at age 85 when he found her in bed with another man. The shooter was in his forties and I always thought that Babes had a great deal to teach the young about how to live your life. We should continue to live life well, as we have done up until now, and we will see where life’s next adventures lead us. I would leave you with the advice given by another one of our number. Remembering the French, German, Dutch and Spanish girls of his youth who sunbathed topless on the beaches of France, he said he wanted to go in search of their daughters whom he hoped now followed their mothers’ traditions. He figured that on finding them he would take longer walks on sandy beaches, admiring the local beauty as he took in the sea air. “That would be good for my health,” he said. We should all find a way to take our own longer walks and enjoy the sights as we stroll along. Whether you find beautiful women or handsome men, the shining faces of young children, the beauty of God’s handiwork in a glorious sunrise or find some other personally fulfilling experience, life is still good fifty five years after leaving school together and it promises a few more beaches to come. So, my intrepid fellow travelers on this fifty plus year voyage of discovery that is our time on this earth together, I offer this toast: To those that we love, and have been loved by, to those who have enriched our lives by their presence, and those whom we have enriched, to those who are here now, and those who have gone, may we express our profound gratitude for sharing our lives until now, and into the future, whatever and whenever that may be.

La Chiam! (To Life!)


Speech/Monolog by Professor Dan Moriarity
Made possible only with the loving assistance of Dans wife Mary.
On the Occasion of the evening banquet for the
50th REUNION of BCHS Class of 1960
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Held at the Gideon Putnam Resort in Saratoga, NY

You may read or download this speech from the
Class of 1960 Website: http://www.bchs-class-of-1960.info

For the last several re-unions I have been asked to organize a little program for our dinner and to act as a Master of ceremonies of sorts. I have been asked again to do the same for tonight. In the past we have had some fun with various games and contests regarding who has traveled the furthest to attend the re-union and who remembers what trivial facts about our time together in Bethlehem Central. Tonight however seems a bit different. We have been out of school for fifty years, a half-century, two score and ten, and it seemed that something more substantive would be appropriate. And so I asked each of you to e-mail me about your accomplishments since graduation and I thought I would try to weave them together into some kind of a tapestry of what we, as a class, have done and accomplished since we were last all together in Bethlehem. One accomplishment most, but not all of us, have made is to survive. Dwelling on those who are no longer with us would be inappropriate at a time of festive gathering like this, but we have lost a number of good friends. The memorials we have had available last night and tonight help recall them to us and allow them, in a fashion, to join us here tonight to celebrate our lives and renew and rejoice in old friendships. It also a time for remembrance of 9/11; it has been nine years since that date. And one of our old Teachers, Mr. Feldman who helped us with our musical plays and drams is with us here tonight.

As for my own accomplishments, I have indulged in the study of the medieval art of alchemy. In its heyday the alchemists search was for ways to turn lead into gold, but I have brought to the process a more modern twist. I am working on turning Guinness into urine, and have become fairly adept at the process. Others in our class have done many more interesting things. I received a number of replies to my request for information on 50 years worth of experience and I would like to share some of them with you; as I promised in my request I will keep the stories anonymous. Three very large issues stand out in the letters I received. Two of them were the woman’s movement and war, especially the Viet Nam war, both of which took on special intensity shortly after we graduated.

Half of the members of our class were women and the letters reveal that on graduation day many of them felt they had a rather limited horizon on their expectations: wife and mother, perhaps nurse or secretary in a mans office, but not too much more than that. Remember, one of the school clubs was the Future Homemakers of America. That changed with a vengeance. Brassieres were burned, THE PILL, became available, Title VII of the Civil Rights Act was enacted, and women asserted their independence. This did not affect only our female classmates, however, for even if one is not really equipped to wear a brassier, one lives closely with those who are. A number of the letters I received spoke of the turmoil of those years, trying to make adjustments in our basic expectations which had been forged when we were younger but which then seemed so out of step with the times. The sudden appearance of apparently boundless possibilities seemed to exhilarate some while others seemed more attached to traditional outlooks. Rifts between spouses and families sometimes occurred, as well as coming together in stronger bonds as people struggled together to reach accommodations and master this new social reality.

War, especially Viet Nam, and military service also were featured prominently in the letters. Fortunately, we as a class did not suffer the massive casualties that our parents’ generation had suffered twenty years before in WWII. But the experience of war, and the opposition to war, came to us a few short years after we left the hallowed halls of Bethlehem Central. There was a draft then and many of us, almost all men, went into military service. Some made it a career; others simply put in their required time and then returned home. A number of our class opposed the war and some of those outside the military organized, demonstrated and acted against it. This was, like the woman’s movement, a reflection of the forces playing out in the larger society; they were not unique to our class. But a number of us were personally and intimately affected. Lifelong friendships were forged, and rifts and fissures opened up in families and between friends. To me, the letters reveal these events still playing out in our lives a half century later.

The third stand out issue was not marked in public by parades, meetings, and political agitation. Rather, it was marked in the quiet of the homes we established. It was the raising of our own families, the doing of the things our parents had done for us. We recognized, some of us at least, how smart our parents, who had been so out of it when we were in school together, had suddenly become when it was our turn to raise children. Sometimes we had to try several times to establish a real home with someone we could love and cherish over the long haul. We had divorces, re-marriages, changes of career, and employed moving vans which hauled our belongings all over the country, indeed all over the world for some of us. Some of us lost a spouse to death; others suddenly gained children upon the death of siblings who left orphaned children behind. Families were blended and whole new definitions emerged of what a family was. But we were an extraordinarily resourceful and determined group of people. When we got knocked to the floor we got up and got going again, perhaps in a new direction. We were plucky as one of us said, and who would have thought that in 1960. We were young then, optimistic and sure to have our way. How could we know what would happen when we discovered that youth is not forever, optimism is not always warranted, and you do not always get what you want. But time and again in these letters I read stories of ordinary people I had gone to school with doing remarkable things when it came time to do so. People went back to school, disentangled themselves from poisonous relationships, changed jobs and homes, traveled to exotic climes in Africa and the South Pacific, Alaska, Latin America and Europe. Our classmates were resourceful and determined not only in big ways, but found happiness in the countless small ways of domestic life. People sang in choirs and played instruments in local organizations. Indeed one letter recounted a group of our class holding their own mini-reunion and singing on a mountaintop with a group of Korean vacationers, a scene straight out of the Sound of Music. People planted gardens and trees, took up needlework to make shawls and quilts. some prize winning and some not, or explored the spiritual dimensions of life. People joined civic and arts and theatre groups to improve the life around them. We did some good work, and in the words of a saying popular in our years, bloomed where we were planted. Who would have thought that a ragtag bunch of kids would turn out so well?

There were also a lot of small themes. We enjoyed ourselves with hobbies. Some of us took to the water. Boats were purchased, and promptly run aground, in one case when it was not even in the water. Crunching your boat by dropping it from a trailer on dry land is not the mark of a skillful sailor, but as I said, we persevere and after many dings and dents a mariner emerges like a butterfly from a chrysalis, sort of. Some others, in true maritime fashion, have gotten tattoos. I imagine they looked better when our skin was more taut and less wrinkly than today. Fishing has been popular, especially if you combine it with Photoshop. If you do that right then the minnow you actually caught can be made to look like Moby Dick and small children, especially grandchildren, will hold you in awe as the King of the Anglers. Some of us have become involved in historical re-enactments. The Revolutionary War happened a long time ago, but you can have fun summoning it up again today. Tent encampments, fife and drum bands and competitions, historical lectures add spice to some of our lives. Some of us write books, some write music. Some of us run, others swim, and still others bike, all in pursuit of good health. I, as you can see, am not the Adonis-like creature I once was, and was not impressed by the biking crowd, but several of our intrepid band ride motorcycles. Now that is something I could really get into: me an Easy Rider, cruising down the highway, wind in my hair (what there is left of it), bugs in my teeth, on a chrome festooned Harley hog spitting out smoke and rolling thunder. Of course the actuality of it all is that I would be killed. You Remember Coach Richko the boys gym teacher and football coach. Among other observations he made about my pigskin prowess, or lack thereof, he did tell me I had a wonderful sense of balance, back then. Well, that balance would surely fail me now and I would find myself dead in a ditch alongside the winding road. There would be a smile on my face at the adventure, but I would be dead, dead, dead. Such are the embers of youthful male machismo left at retirement age. I probably ought to settle for the relaxation favored by one of our number: good red wine and fine cigars.

Besides our many avocations, we followed many vocations to make the money which kept body and soul together. We have been lawyers and doctors, managers of big and little industries, and extraordinary employees too. We have been teachers of everything from grade school to graduate school. Some of us have started our own businesses. Some have reaped the rewards of financial success, but others have had to fold up failing endeavors. But again here too we were resilient and got up from the floor and started new enterprises, perhaps with better success based on lessons learned from the failures. A number of us have been career military personnel; others have gone into social services. Ecology has attracted quite a number of us, with people pursuing environmental careers in the Great Plains, the South and here in New York. Technology has proven irresistible to many of us, either in our jobs or our homes. We, after all, have gone from watching that little round TV screen in the Tollgate Ice Cream parlor to keeping up with each other on Facebook. I suppose I should be careful with the use of that WE. Some of us, as shown by the work of Fritz Kass in putting together the class Website that has kept us all informed, have indeed embraced the new ways of the computer and the microchip. Others, like myself for instance, are technological troglodytes who remember Hal the computer in the movie 2001 and curse the person who invented the automated push-button phone menu.

For many of us now, the time of employment and work has passed. Many have retired and others are contemplating that possibility. What are we doing? Sitting in rockers and easy chairs watching the world go by does not seem to be our cup of tea. People are going back to school, not necessarily for a degree to advance their chances for a job, but to learn something about an area that interests them. Art and music programs attract many of us, handicrafts and travel too. One of us joined the Peace Corps and taught English in the vast reaches of the South Pacific. An interest in the spiritual life has grown, something beyond the immediate physical life we experience. That physical life probably was all we were concerned with when the hormones of youth ran warm in our veins; but now something deeper seems to call many of us. Friendships that have endured for decades are tended to, with people meeting each other, as here, or communicating with the new technologies that let miles and time fade away.

So, my intrepid fellow travelers on this fifty plus year voyage of discovery that is our time on this earth together, I offer this toast. To those that we love, and have been loved by, to those who have enriched our lives by their presence, and those whom we have enriched, to those who are here now, and those who have gone, may we express our profound gratitude for sharing our lives until now, and into the future, whatever and whenever that may be.

La Chiam! (To Life!)


E-mail From Dick Hawley to Dick Cornell for our Class:

From: eagle01@hawleymyers.com
To: RECornell@msn.com
Subject: Reunion
Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2010 09:37

Dick, I know I told you and Robin Knox that I had put the reunion on my calendar; but that eye surgery might get in the way. It now appears that the surgery will prove to be a success, but recovery is not quite fast enough to allow the amount of driving that the reunion would entail. Just wanted to check in and say thanks for making the call. I doubt many in the class of 1960 would remember me anyway, but it is nice to be included; especially since the military prep school from which I actually graduated no longer exists. It was a casualty of the anti-military sentiment that prevailed in the aftermath of Vietnam. I’m a man without a High School! I do not have an e-mail address for Robin, so will appreciate it if you would pass on my thanks to him as well. Have a great time next weekend, Dick Hawley


E-mail From Sandy Raynor Essex to Dick Cornell for our Class:

From: sandysammie2@aol.com
To: RECornell@msn.com
Subject: Reunion
Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010

Hi, Just a short note that I and my husband Mike had good intentions of coming to the class reunion but sometimes things change and this is one of the times when it could not be helped. Mike needs surgery on the 23rd of Sept. which would make it impossible to travel as he has pre-op on the 20th. I wish everyone the best and that they have a great time. Sincerely, Sandy Raynor Essex