Whoops. Sounds like I’m so discombobulated that I’m on the verge of joining Mrs. Hotchkiss in the graveyard. So, make that… I’m a “parent of a Hotchkiss graduate, Class of '12 [!]” and, for what it is worth, a parent of a potential grad of Dartmouth College, Class of '16 [!]. (I think/hope I’ve got things straight here now.) As I approach my dotage, I guess that I can’t count/remember very well. Oh, well. (Please note, Maria Hotchkiss, that it is my son, and NOT I, who is the THS grad… so, please rest easy in your grave.) That said, I am still alert enough these days to speak cogently at times about sports. (Photo Mom, that sound you heard, while you were telling us that crew is the only sport where one can watch the opposition while beating them, was Coach Frank Howard turning over in his grave.) 