My 45th college reunion is this weekend, and I finally unearthed the box of college memorabilia I stashed in my brother’s basement. My graduation yearbook is there, of course. Both degree certificates. And these three documents.

1957 – 1958: my golden year. I spent my freshman year socializing. Obviously I made grades good enough to get me into and through my sophomore and subsequent years — although I don’t think I cut back too much on the socializing. I just didn’t save anything to remember it by.