It’s time to celebrate. Can you tell? I’m enthused.
(Myself, on the knees of an uncle, Minneapolis MN, Christmas 1984.)
After years of struggles I’ll never be able to put words to, I’ve achieved that pesky little goal of graduating. I can’t say it feels huge/climactic/surreal, because it doesn’t. To those that have supported me (directly and indirectly), you have my deepest grattitude. You’ll never know what you’re constant badgering has meant to me.