I saw her for the first time over 50 years ago.
And it was love at first sight.
I saw her again last weekend.
And she was even more beautiful.
In Washington, DC.
I had not been to campus for quite a while, so I decided to attend a mini-reunion for the Class of ‘76 (that would be 1976!)
I stayed with my high-school buddy Don DeAmicis.
Who happens to be a professor of law at Georgetown.
We got to drink his bourbon for a change.
I got to talk to classmates I have not seen in decades.
But the highlight was having lunch with my Romantic poetry professor, Paul F Betz.
He was the one who encouraged me to pursue my wildly improbable life.
That you all know so well.
I went on to study at Brown University.
Where I got my PhD (a Latin abbreviation that stands for “piled high and deep”).
I am very fond of Brown.
Especially because of the fellow graduates I have come to know.
But there is only one true love: my alma mater.
Often translated as “nourishing mother”.
But I prefer a more literal version: Mother of my soul.
After Brown I pursued a career in teaching.
Which, despite life’s twists and turns, I have never really abandoned.
I told Dr Betz that in the spring I will be discussing some of the same poems that he taught me over a half-century ago.
In my second course for Beacon Hill Seminars:
Comprehending The Great Odes.
He was very pleased.
I will go back to campus as long as my legs can carry me.
It always gives me such great joy.
To see her again.
Thank you, Georgetown.
My Dear Girl.