Lucian Truscott IV

May 28, 1976   I have a fellowship from the Alicia Patterson Foundation to study my class at West Point, the class of 1969. In a way, this grant is the ultimate nostalgia trip carried to its logical conclusion. I’ll bet you’d like to travel around the country, locating your college classmates, and finding out what they’ve done with their lives. Well, I’ve been at this just over a month now, and already I’m having problems. I have a reputation in the journalism business for moving fast and loose, and this time, my act isn’t working. But my problems say as much about the class as they say about me, so let me map the study out for you as it’s developed so far, and give you an indication of the way this thing is going to shape up. I have spoken with about a dozen classmates. I had planned on talking to more the first month, but as it turns out, an enormous number of guys in the “Eastern corridor” are in graduate school,