“Hey, you know your portrait’s hanging at Harvard?”
“Eh?” I replied, wondering what century the canvas would have evoked.
“No, it was the ‘60s. You were younger, of course.” And while a residence hall on the Yard was mentioned, I was too awash in wonder to catch the details. (Darn!)
Still, it stirs up the what-if musings.
At the time, Ivy League was completely outside my range of possibilities, beginning with finances.
Even so, here we were, one town over, a half-century later.
If only …
Or if they only knew …
Jnana's Red Barn 