As you've probably noticed, we've been very quiet (ok, silent) on the blog and on Twitter these last few days. While Loretta has been wowing the crowds of book-folk in New York at Book Expo, I've been up in Cambridge, MA to see my daughter receive her Master in Urban Planning from the Harvard Graduate School of Design.
How many graduations we all sit through over the years! There are all of our own as well as those honoring friends, spouses, neighbors, children and grandchildren, from nursery school through university, academies, special programs, and training schools. Whenever and wherever they occur, graduations are always occasions for looking back and looking forward, for happiness for all that's been accomplished and anticipation for the next step, for joy and pride and relief and a few tears, and also, perhaps, a bit of silliness. (Yes, it was my kid who smuggled the beach balls into the high school graduation.)
Congratulations and good luck to all the 2014 graduates, and a great big thank you to all the families, friends, and teachers who helped them get there.
A bonus: Only at Harvard would the unidentified soloist listed in the program turn out to be Aretha Franklin singing the National Anthem. Here's her performance, and it's just amazing.
Look for Breakfast Links to return next Sunday. Promise.
There’s a big difference in how we use history. But we’re equally nuts about it. To us, the everyday details of life in the past are things to talk about, ponder, make fun of -- much in the way normal people talk about their favorite reality show.
We talk about who’s wearing what and who’s sleeping with whom. We try to sort out rumor or myth from fact. We thought there must be at least three other people out there who think history’s fascinating and fun, too. This blog is for them.