My grandfather. At his 70th Princeton reunion. He walked the whole P-Rade route (the rest of his class rode in golf carts). Princeton tradition holds that the oldest living alum who returns to reunions is awarded a fancy cane and is much feted as he rides in the P-Rade. Pops has pretty clear ambitions to be that guy. I’m thinking he has a fairly good shot.
I’m proud of this man for his vigor, his passion, his determination. Proud to have followed in his footsteps. Proud to have his name. Just plain proud.
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What a lovely tribute.
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Priceless. Beyond priceless.
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Very cool.
And to think, summer nineteen-forty and what the world must have felt like, the world about to plunge into war… but not quite yet.
I just came back from the post office where I asked if they had anything prettier than the standard stamps and I found myself starting at a commemorative stamp honoring BIll Mauldin from ’44 (he was a prominent political cartoonist, but he was also my friend’s dad).
Bill has passed, but I sure hope your Pops gets the oldest living alumn crown one day.
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What an honor! What a grandpa!
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