Forty-two years ago this spring, I ̶ 18-year-old sage that I was ̶ gave the student address to the Class of 1981.
There were two speakers. I don’t remember who the other speaker was, and I doubt we made lasting impressions on our classmates.
As a matter of fact, I doubt we made any impression on our classmates.
Advice is like that.
The inspiration for my address was a young, lost blackbird that…