I have resisted posting links here, because I don’t want this blog to become just a place where I post stuff that other people have written. But in this case, I’ll make an exception. The New York Times ran a piece today on The Whiffenpoofs, the a cappella group I sang with when I was at Yale. If none of this makes sense to you, the article will explain.
I never thought it would happen, but I am now old enough to get all weepy and nostalgic about my time there. What’s that line from the Yale College alma mater, “How bright will seem through memory’s haze, those happy golden bygone days …”
Incidentally, the author of the article mentions that he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to determine which of the Whiffenpoofs were gay. What he did not mention is that each new class of Whiffenpoofs usually does the same thing, but about themselves.
And if you want to know what my Whiffenpoof nickname was, too bad. I’ll never tell.