Like swallows to Capistrano, our Alumni and Alumnae have come back to the roost. In the evolutionary scheme of things, the bumbling, moon-eyed freshmen who get lost in the Dining Hall every August gradually develop into perpetually nostalgic and virulently protective Alums…and stay that way for the rest of their lives. I spend a fair amount of time instructing, chiding, scolding, and lecturing our students. It’s why I became a priest. But just because we gave you a diploma and threw you out, ...
