'My College Reunion Made Me Think Of My Own Mortality'

The note from the reunion committee came with a list of nine names. John R. Irvine was the one I recognized. We’d gone to a tiny restaurant off campus one night during our sophomore year in college. I always remembered this young man from Marshalltown, Iowa, who had earned his pilot’s license at age 16.

“In Memoriam,” I read, again. He was dead.


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