As it turns out, my graduation pictures did not. Lot's of shots of the back's of heads of folks I don't know. One very good shot of my son's girlfriend with her tongue out as her cap tassel blew into her mouth, the best and most clear picture of course, but not very flattering. Probably best not to include that one in the post. That brings us to baccalaureate, the night before graduation as we watched our seniors march down Main St. and up the hill to Lincoln Academy one final time as students.
So inspiring. We are with them, every one.
Chris
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