Class act

| Saturday, Aug. 10, 2013, 9:00 p.m.

In 1966, in a bitter cold stadium, I chanced to shake the hand of then-Gov. William Scranton. We were both watching a high school football championship game in Scranton, and my team was losing. Though total strangers, we exchanged a few words, his eyes never leaving mine.

I realized then and there what I, at 23, had already come to believe: My governor was a class act.

In a world of fast-talking, opportunistic politicians we call leaders, Scranton personified a favorite expression of mine: “Form is temporary, class is permanent.”

Phil Schaltenbrand

Scenery Hill

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