R.I.P.

[phyncke]

Sitting here eating my lunch and catching up on my mail. An innocuous envelope from my high school, I assume it is a fund raising letter which explains why I had not read it sooner. So I open it. Oh no. My high school history teacher died in December. Mr. Deptula. Oh no. If I really think of it, he must have been in his mid-90's by now.

Memories of great talks and tennis and the plant club.

Rest in peace.