For two generations of Deacons, a journey along parallel paths
At the mention of Commencement, Abbe Brooks’ (’13) eyes became misty — a prelude to the tears one fights back at the prospect of leaving behind someone, or some place, so dear.
Read MoreAt the mention of Commencement, Abbe Brooks’ (’13) eyes became misty — a prelude to the tears one fights back at the prospect of leaving behind someone, or some place, so dear.
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