Love from: Bob Rosenfeld

So there we were that hot summer of 1968, lounging on the border between Juarez, Mexico, and El Paso, Texas. No, we were not ICE trainees but instead fledgling members of the student movement attending the National Student Convention in El Paso. Vietnam was of course on the agenda as were weighty topics like curriculum reform at Brown University presided over by the academic guru of the day, the not yet famous Ira Magaziner. This is where Lauren and I first laid eyes on each other—as well on the comely Kathleen Ryan from Trinity College in Washington, DC. While we dutifully attended the more “substantive “ sessions, our attentions were elsewhere. Both of us had opportunities to escort Kathleen through the seedy streets of Juarez and one of us even dated her for a bit back in DC. The relationship that lasted, however, was between Lauren and me. Friends, almost like the brothers we never had, for now over 50 years. Meanwhile, spied Ms Ryan years later in a bookstore in Cambridge. She claimed no memory of either of us!

Happy Birthday, Lauren. Next year in person.