The foolish father

By William Kearney ’08

Lincoln was all of a week old, and I had spent that week pretending I knew what I was doing. The key to my charade was nodding. Any fool can nod like an idiot, but an experienced charlatan practices the subtleties of the art.

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Dog days

By William Kearney ’08

We are a restless generation. We do not have the patience to let our existential crises simmer until middle age. At 25 I found myself, like many others, a winner of the Millennial Trifecta —college graduate, unemployed, living at home.

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