James Scott, B.D.

Almost 11 months ago I married Muriel Gregory, and we traveled to Asia. We spend our days on a Vermont hilltop gardening, reading, cooking exotic meals, and acting as interim pastor in a small, but vibrant church in the next village. Muriel’s late husband was a Harvard man; to make sure we keep the proper bearings,  we visit Yale – and YDS – at least once each year.  Thanks be to God, I celebrated my 87th birthday in March, and get around without benefit of a walker, cane, or seeing eye dog.