Great time the other day among Golden Friars, each of whom has had his golden anniversary of graduation from Fenwick. Among them my classmates and I rank among the most golden, 65 years and counting since we walked the aisle and ascended the stage.
The gathering meant mass in the gym, sitting on folding chairs rather close to each other. (Note to arrangements committee: A little more knee and thigh room next time.) The principal celebrated, presided, whatever, with a nice mixture of aplomb and informality, assisted by a theology teacher who also coaches soccer.
Neither qualified as golden, the principal noted, looking to the other side of the altar at a half dozen Dominicans who did.
These included the personally golden Rev. William Bernacchi, whom I know from his coming often to our class’s luncheon reunions, which we’ve been having for 20 years or so.
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