He invited the English Department to dine in a cozy restaurant in this Black Forest village near the school where I taught. Even though I am retired, Jack thought I belonged. Twenty-five of us sat at the table. Lively conversation. Older members talked about change and what it causes. I looked around and saw the young teachers, those who will be carrying the torch. They will be doing it their "new" way, not ours. It has to be that way. And it will work. . .
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I suppose I am the JC from California. What an outstanding group of people... souls... good souls. And, yes, the young people do it differently. Their world is not our world. Theirs is a smaller, more connected world. And what a blessing that can be.
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