Yesterday falls into the "Favorite Day of the Year" category. At least at work. It's the day when everyone is happy. It all comes together, and I refrain from commenting on their crazy. Graduation.
The dean's salute to the graduates was held at Radio City yesterday. And for about two hours I waited in a dressing room normally used by the Rockettes.
But the best part -- and I do mean the very best part -- is when our dean closes her remarks with "her gift to the graduating class" -- the poem FLY by Christopher Logue.
Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It's too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
And he pushed,
And they flew.