….and come to BECon 2009
I was in college in the ‘60s. I’m past the age where that’s as much an embarrassment as a statement of fact. For my husband Dan there’s never been any emotion other than shameless glee in recalling his university years.

And why not? As coxswain on the rowing team he got to yell at bigger guys through a bullhorn – great practice for eventually running a glass factory.
But seriously. Although we’ve never discussed it much, I know from the anecdotes that we’ve shared that college for each of us – separated by a continent and an ocean – was about the same thing: group learning.

