I, for one, would not have made it to this 25th Reunion without my Harvard friends. When I look at that Kodachrome, I realize how very fortunate I am to have known the people that Harvard put in my life. How richer I am because of them.

Come to think of it, I do remember one Harvard lecture. Was it not John Finley who, in his class on the Greek Classics, first introduced this member of the Class of ‘76 to the lesson, “to thine own self be true”? Thank you Harvard, and thank you Leo for teaching me how to dance.

Straddling The Fence

By KURT ANDERSEN'76

Pretty much everyone’s college years are a cusp, an ontological R&D period of flux during which one is moving between immaturity and maturity, between the certainties of childhood and the settledness (or inertia) of adulthood, between furtive sex hidden from one’s parents and furtive sex hidden from one’s children.

But our years at college look particularly cusp-like to me.

My strongest memory of the first week at Harvard is using my pre-med roommate’s digital calculator—it was, miraculously, no bigger than a telephone, and none of us had ever seen one; then, during our junior and senior years, Apple and Microsoft were founded, and in our 20s we were all using PCs.