The Least We Can Do
Then the unique cognitive function (or lack thereof) that accompanies the early morning kicked in. As a result, I managed to sign up for the wrong organization. An excellent first note of the day. Thankfully, though, the notes improved as the day went on.
We Are in Good Hands
“Professor Gaddis, the fate of the Cold War is in your hands! You must chose: peace, or mutually assured destruction. Which will it be?” the delegates asked. The Professor paused. His eyes twinkled. One could see the power, the fire, the sheer allure of destruction in his kind, old eyes.
From the Field, Through the Years
Yale and Harvard first met on the gridiron in November of 1875 at Hamilton Park in New Haven. A ticket was 75 cents and 2,500 fans showed up. Harvard won. Since that afternoon, The Game has inspired fanfare and history, and Yale-Harvard has become the quintessential college rivalry.
The Unlearn’d Astronomer
For a moment, my backpack felt weightless. And while staring up at the first edition of the universe, all the data of “Universe: The Ninth Edition” seemed to fall a bit short.
The Yale Bowl: A Storied Century
The Yale Bowl has hosted a panoply of concerts from the Glenn Miller Band to the Grateful Dead, international soccer matches, tennis matches, lacrosse games, theater productions, the 1995 Special Olympics, NFL teams such as the Giants and the Jets—and, oh yes, our beloved Bulldogs. Since calling the Bowl home, the Bulldogs have enjoyed eight undefeated seasons, two Heisman trophy winners—Larry Kelley ‘36 and Clint Frank ‘37—fourteen Ivy League Championships, and one National Championship. At its peak, the average attendance at games was upwards of 40,000, but the Bowl has held crowds larger than 70,000 on twenty occasions, even reaching 80,000 for the Yale-Army game in 1923.
Today, things are different.
The common theme among the hundreds of walks I’ve taken since school began some five months ago has been purpose--moving with purpose, walking with intent.