Memory lane

I hope the saying is true, that “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” You must be loving this blog now.

Marc and I were in Ithaca last week, attending a symposium honoring his father and his PhD advisor, both Cornell professors.

We met in Ithaca, back when I was recovering from a foray into teaching high school math and trying to figure out what to do with my life and he was finishing his PhD. Every day at noon, we’d gather with the High Noon Athletic Club at the back entrance of Teagle Hall.

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