|A tribute to denim during the 2011 Crusader's Cup|
But so anyway, as I watched the pre-Prom festivities, I was, as always, impressed by the degree of difficulty involved. People done up, dates matching. The word “cummerbund” suddenly in everyone’s vocabulary. You all looked great out there.
Amidst all the glamour, though, I also noticed Sandy Tattersall, comfortably attired, casually taking it all in as usual.
And I remembered: When I first visited Peddie, I immediately sensed how wonderfully relaxed people are here, and how they don’t take themselves too seriously.
Especially compared to the stuffiness of my previous employer in New England, and my Episcopalian home in Delaware, Peddie is a school of grounded, human, no-pretense kindness.
To put it another way: In my mind (to borrow a recent phrase of Harry Gensemer’s), if Peddie were a person, it’d be T.
So even as he moves on, and this excellent and truly Peddie senior class moves on, I think we all would do well to remember who we are. And to stay comfortable with each other and kind to others, whether we’re in corduroy or cummerbund or heels--or, (donor-willing) denim.