Dad was proud. So was I.
I had worked hard to stand on that stage.
by Greg Hague
May 1974. Washington D.C.
Law school graduation. What a magnificent day!
I felt like I’d made it in life. Such innocence. It makes me smile today. The ceremony concluded. Chubby left with me. I drove. We were alone.
My dad was normally a talkative man. Not that day. Strange? We drove blocks without saying a word. He then looked over and said, “Greg, would you like to stop for a snack?” I said, “Sure, why not.” I was always up for a snack. READ MORE