Over a year ago I began an article titled “Mr. Cambridge” and in it intended to salute Rupe Jennings, Class of ‘50. I thought the title appropriate, even considering many other most worthy candidates, some I’ve already thoroughly misrepresented. For better or worse, I bestowed my worthless title on Rupe for many reasons, but mainly because it was doom to anyone within earshot who put Cambridge down. Any critical Cambridge remark in Rupe’s vicinity always caused him to let everyone know how wrong headed the opinion was. In defending Cambridge, Rupe commonly made even the mistaken person laugh at his own foolishness. I was once one of these. Continue reading “Mr. Cambridge”