As the Class of 2010 barreled into Poe Field to conclude today’s epic P-rade, I noticed that few graduating seniors were running empty-handed. Here are some of the things they carried:
- one another.
- a dog, hoisted overhead.
- a baby, similarly held.
I was genuinely concerned about the last two. (They were moving really, really fast.) O, Princeton Reunions: where smart people get to make questionable decisions three days a year.