There are stories tucked under Old Main’s cottonwoods, Folsom’s stands and Norlin’s steps. And their echoes can be heard from Cape Town to Kathmandu.
As editor, I have collected these stories. Your triumphs and losses in all their profound complexity arrived in my office via email, letters, calls and in-person. In doing so, you, whose ages span more than seven decades, brought to life Norlin Library’s inscription: Who knows only his own generation remains always a child.
You transported me to orphanages in Africa, organic farms, start-up offices and the sidelines of war. You hinted at who really painted “CU” on the Flatirons, recalled what made Tulagi standout and lamented what you wouldn’t give to relive a few moments of your CU days. You also shared your losses — children, parents, jobs and a piece of your soul.
After 14 years here, it’s time for me to join you and leave this beautiful campus. Thank you for your support and friendship. It was a great honor bringing your stories to life on these pages.