If we can’t stay eternally youthful for ourselves—“for ever panting and for ever young,” as Keats put it in his “Ode on a Grecian Urn”—we can at least stay that way for one another by not going to reunions. Such was my first thought when the e-mail invitations began arriving last winter.
About the Author
Hillel Halkin is a columnist for the New York Sun and a veteran contributor to COMMENTARY. Portions of the present essay were delivered at Northwestern University in March as the Klutznick Lecture in Jewish Civilization.