Reading Beccy Tanner’s poignant article about the Last Man’s Club, the Robinson schoolmates and 1937 East High graduates whose numbers have now dwindled from 14 to one, Howard Babcock, it was hard not to envy their rare bond, and wonder whether it had something to do with pulling the men all back to Wichita as they retired.
It seems doubtful that many of today’s youths, for all their texting and cell chatter, will ever experience such friendship. (Then again, who does in these hurried, disposable times?) Surely the best gift to the last man would be if his story inspired some current group of Wichita middle-schoolers to make a similar pact, then be even half as steadfast about holding true to it in the decades to come.
Posted by Rhonda Holman
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