David Baker stood at the intersection of two things that have defined me for as long as I can remember.
I recall a dreary afternoon when I was reading The New York Times on the first floor of the then-new Allen Hall, partly hidden by the stairway that wraps around the remains of an old tree in the building’s foyer. I had relayed the following to David and a few others: Find the arrow on the whiteboard in Allen; follow it and I’ll be waiting.
I watched as David entered the building from its eastern entrance. He missed the arrow completely, walking right by it and beginning an ascent to the second floor. As he reached the first landing before the stairs continued, he looked down and what followed will forever be etched in my memory. Read the rest of this entry »
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