Michael Trigg, M.D., ’71 

During high school in West Hartford Connecticut, I had taken two classics courses at Trinity over the summer between my sophomore and junior years. My father had gone to Trinity. Although the courses were quite rigorous, covering a semester in 4½ weeks, meeting every day for three hours, and reading the entire Iliad in three days, The Odyssey in three days, and another half dozen classics over the ensuing three weeks for the first semester, I knew that I would learn and grow on the campus. The close educational experience in all my French classes (even those I took at the University of Hartford at a graduate level) and in all my biology classes taught me how to investigate, to dive deeper into anything I was reading and writing, and to work independently. The times were turbulent with the Vietnam War [happening] at the same time [I was] developing a personal identity, but my life at Trinity prepared me for the greatest challenges I would face in medical school, as an educator at three different medical schools in my professional life, and in all the entrepreneurial activities in which I thrived and contributed. I think of the campus often and the life experiences I had at Trinity and have contributed financially to make the student experience meaningful for others. But, at the same time, I rarely have returned to the campus because I know that the physical campus has changed just as the curriculum has changed and the student body composition has changed. I am not living in the past trying to rekindle the campus experience. I have moved on with the memories and the experiences of Trinity to guide me forever. Most of my friends and contacts have moved on with their lives; we were a relatively small class, and thus it was unlikely that many of us would grow and develop and live in the same location after Trinity, so it was difficult to keep track of my fellow students and maintain those friendships long term. As the lead photographer and one of the editors of the Ivy for the Class of 1970 and the Class of 1971, I have more than enough photographic imprints to take with me forever.