Today we fly
to Toronto and drive north to Aurora, Ontario, where my middle son will
graduate on Friday from St. Andrew’s College, the boys’ boarding school he has
attended for the last five years. In another two weeks we’ll fly him to
Washington, D.C., then head to Annapolis, Md., where he will enter the United
States Naval Academy on Induction Day, June 28. My immediate, self-centered
thought: When I was Michael’s age – seventeen – I couldn’t have done what he’s
doing. I was too childish, unfocused, undisciplined, flabby and immature. What
on another occasion might stir envy – a young man’s success – instead makes me
proud.
My access to
time and the internet will be uncertain through the weekend. Given the nature
of the next few days, I am posting in advance daily observations on the nature
and importance of education by writers I admire. Today’s entry is by G.K. Chesterton
in the Illustrated London News on
Jan. 12, 1907:
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Congratulations! On your family's achievement in this! Anchors aweigh!
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