This is the year the few of us remaining from the Ridgefield High School Class of ’37 were to celebrate our 75th reunion. Instead, the very few of us left are mourning the loss of our class president, Harry Bennett. Not only was he the class president, he became one of the most successful.
It would not be difficult to write a book about Harry. Many of us will remember him in class, on the basketball court, on the dance floor, on the golf course, and embarking on the career that was to become his life’s work. That career took a couple of detours, but ended on a pinnacle he was too modest to talk about. The biggest detour came