The name of this blog is blowing in the wind. The unthinkable happened before, to my family in WWII. We held each other close. We kept our dignity and held to our ideals. Things I miss the most. Knowing how to get places.

It is a painfully bad way to translate such a beautiful word. I firmly told myself and tried to imagine pa.

So many decisions led up to this point in my life. Deciding to pursue art, finding a wealth of money problems to bar any real success. This old guitar may have been slowly killing me, but it gave me life. I learned more on the streets than I ever could have from a textbook. This old rigid pillow, old umbrella, old dancing partner. This old guitar and me, the inseparable pair for the rest of time.

Think of the change that you have gone through in four years and celebrate where you are now. Friends and family of graduating students, welcome. This is a wonderful moment that you get to share with the seniors. Like most valedictions, I will start with an anecdote. Hamlet is not actually crazy.