The Generation Cake


Seth came to town for his 25th Kennedy School reunion last week. Since I knew many of his classmates and I live a short walk from the School, I gave a pre-event cocktail party for his friends. 

I was thrilled to see ten former bright-eyed-twenty-somethings, most now with families and well-advanced careers.

Seth stayed in Cambridge Sunday evening so we could celebrate his May birthday at a special restaurant.  When he left early Monday morning, he asked me (as he always does) if I was sad that he was leaving.

“No,” I replied.  “I’m just so happy that you were here.”


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