Walking My Alma Mater

Since we were so close, I wandered up the highway to visit my old school. Had lunch with my advisor/mentor/friend, David Sutherland, where I thanked him, yet again, for teaching me so much over the last 23 years and explained that the first thing I hammer into my students is the first thing he hammered into us – fill your frame, control your background, wait for moments.

No moments here, but I took some time after checking in with a few others to walk the place I called home for so many years. It’s hard to believe I left here six and a half years ago for Georgia, felt good to run my hands along the limestone of the Hall of Languages and to stare at the original I.M. Pei lines of Newhouse.

Lunch, of course, was at Cosmos, which hasn’t changed in more than 20 years …