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.
What a lovely tribute.
Priceless. Beyond priceless.
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.
What an honor! What a grandpa!