At World’s End and Back Again - Truthdig

Here may be the most commonplace sentence anyone could write about graduation day in any year: when I think back to my own graduation in 1966, an eon, a lifetime, a world ago, I have no memory of who addressed us.  None.  I have a little packet of photos of the event: shots of my parents and me, my grandmother and me, my aunt and me, my former roommates and me, my friends and me.  You can even see the chairs for the ceremony.  But not the speaker.  And yet it’s odds on that he—and in 1966, it was surely a “he”—made some effort to usher me into the American world, offering me, as a member of a new generation, words of wisdom and some advice.  You know, the usual thing that no one pays much attention to or ever remembers.


At World’s End and Back Again - Truthdig