I have to say one of the best parts of my job is interacting with our eldest alumnae. It gives me hope for the days when I, too, shall return to campus for my 80th reunion, tell students about the old days, and wave my cane about cantankerously. It also just thrills me to pieces when I meet a 96-year-old Red Sox fan. I don't know why, but I'm cheap like that. One of my favorite reunion anecdotes involves an alum from the class of 1924 and one of the men who worked here at the time. Whilst helping this gracious woman into a car, he asked her what it was like to see the Red Sox win a World Series -- this was June of 2004, and we had yet to see the gloriousness that awaited us in October. She laughed and said she was too young to remember.
Why am I telling you this story now? Commencement was this morning (I feel old). Reunion is next weekend (I'm not that old). I'm not going to complain about the recent trip to Canada. And because I felt like it.
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