Dear MHSAA,

With felicitations of a day to the schoolroom of fun, i extend runic greetings to all the villagers and my fellow chum-alums!  Trapped in a burg and kenned to death for a rook, metaphorically speaking of a gentle sarcasm to a burgher, enclosed you will find some class info for the archives of scholastic genealogy.  A trolltrekker wanders to and fro in the gray matter of the mind, among sinuous filaments of fragmentary consciousness in ancestral threads, all the way to the hometown of his boyhood.  If any classmates would like to communicate for more data, please do so at your earliest convenience by e-mail or cell phone.  Let me know whether any volunteerism (how are your invitations coming?) will be in the offing for the next soiree of the evening.  My social index calendar, woeful chronology of melodramatic satire for everyone to behold, is full of transcendental events in these prosaic days of tonic and cheese; it is
 a wonderful series of whimsical revelations for one walk-on and a gadabout town.

As the prodigal son of a nati village - the merriness of a montish way, so to speak, carries the day for a runer at wits' end - my alumni dues are in the postal mail ...  The word of a day remains a jest by night to perpetuity in this common era of tolerance and understanding.  I want you to enjoy the following limerick for a bit of comic relief; i hope you are amused by the magic of its relative drollery.  The joker's wild in the jester's room of a mad, mad world.  Consider it a touch of the poetaster (is my word a waster as a veemish versifier?) from a ne'er-do-well and good-for-nothing of nothing important in ink - so, the class poeteer of no importance!  Alas, no one from the merry mont has given the dunderman, your salmonid out of water on a riverine run, a silly salutation worthy of a village fair.

I look forward to becoming a lifetime member of the association for the generations to come in the villages.  Let us, all chums of alums in good standing, wear the badge of membership - oops, i forgot my umbrella for the rainy days - in the good-humored fashion of a dandy.  Ah, my class, with thankful and classy regards to future reunions (which ones will be my first and last?) from the wonderland of cyberspace, i am

Cordially,

BS-O Jr..
MHS '77, TU '81
(941) 228-8520 c
Verizon cell phone
On the weekends
bschweigaardolsen@yahoo.com
Bert Schweigaard-Olsen
P.O. Box 6832
Williamsburg, VA  23188

Gadzooks!  Here's a word for my class,
A sassy bough among the brass.
Oh, nitwit of lit,
Write the nit of wit.
O duncer, be the dunder's vass!