This is my 20th year at Peddie. Harry was born here, my daughters graduated from here, and my wife worked here for many years. I have a deep affection for this place. It is my home, and my profession, and my life. I was here on 9/11, through the death of students, through the death of faculty, through hurricanes, through student dismissals, and every other kind of problem or issue you can imagine. I’ve also bagpiped in the last 15 graduations and have wonderful friendships with more colleagues than I can name. I’ve worked for three awesome heads of school, seen multiple Potter-Kelly cups, athletic dominance, artistic excellence, and I also enjoy the highest of academic honors, teaching PG English. In times of tragedy and in times of joy, and most of all, during times of uncertainty, Peddie is my rock. You are always there.
Last spring, when the school graciously allowed me a sabbatical, I took a trip I never thought I would or could do. I walked 300 miles of the Appalachian Trail, and I summited two awesome peaks in Yosemite National Park: Clouds Rest and Half Dome.