Thanks, Bobby

Many years ago when I was a freshman in college and going out with a wonderful woman who lived about three hours away from my university, road trips then were common and anticipated with happiness. Gasoline was $0.32/gallon for premium.

When she graduated from high school that year, I was invited and waited along with parents and friends as each senior got a diploma. When it came time for one of her classmates and good friends to receive her diploma, Jennifer, who was not a shrinking violet, bounded across the stage, shook the headmaster’s hand, and said “Thanks, Bobby” to loud applause.

I’ve never forgotten the day, because it contained a bit of acceptable mischief, and produced a memorable moment.

So, happy graduation to everyone graduating this season.

And, thanks, Jennifer, for Thanks, Bobby, wherever you are.