An odd, moving little piece in the NYTimes about the archivist for Princeton’s class of ’33

Now, still remarkably hale at 91, though his snow-white hair is feather-fine and his skin nearly translucent, with few responsibilities other than helping care for his wife, Ann, who broke her hip in May, Dr. Billings said that keeping track of the class gave his life shape.

“If I didn’t have this,” he said, “I’d be sort of roaming around looking for things to do.” As it is, he cannot refrain from writing to Princeton’s football coach after every game.