(Grand) Father's Day in Harvard Yard

Every year, my birthday (June 18) coincides closely with Father's Day (this year, June 21). Last Thursday, Eve and I made the arduous trek from home to Cambridge, Mass., 360 miles of traffic-choked frustration. Notwithstanding the travelers' woes, however, we had a wonderful visit with my daughter Lindsay and granddaughter Nora Jeanne. We also caught a fleeting glimpse of Nora's father Brad, but he's in the indentured servitude called a first-year medical residency at Mass General; we stopped by the hospital and caught a few moments with him wearing his scrubs -- which look uncannily like a prison uniform. Lindsay and family live in an apartment in Grays Hall on the Harvard campus, and a sweeter venue you could not imagine. She's an instructor (Statistics), a Ph.D. candidate (Education Policy) and a freshman proctor at Harvard. I'm rather proud of her, just in case you were wondering. At 18 months, Nora has begun to develop a vocabulary, starting with "No." She's a sweet little thing with a smile that lights up her face like a tropical sunrise. No doubt you'll see some pictures here whenever I get around to posting them. All too soon, the weekend was over, and we made the homeward voyage. Here we are, back in that warm quotidian bath.