LVCS

It's June, and if you think back far enough, you might be able to remember the total emotional mess you were sitting on that stage in the high school auditorium, in a cap and gown, worried about tripping on the way to take the diploma with one hand and shake the principal's hand with the other. And now it's a whole lot of years later, and I'm the old lady in trifocals and sensible shoes, but I can still remember that the man at the podium—and I'm betting he's wearing a tie made by mother—never gave a speech that didn't make me proud.