That night, I attended a Wofford gathering in Greenville, and the first people I met there were two elderly sisters who'd brought with them a photograph of their father in 1908 presiding as a student over the Wofford literary society. He looked as young as any entering freshman today, and they as old as anyone Cicero might have had in mind while writing his famous essay. I told them I really didn't know, but I thought it wonderful that they're so venturesome, so ready to adapt to the latest technology. It was clear these sisters were far from weary. These were seniors after his own heart.
College presidents have to resort to minor compromises.
She clasped her hands together and beamed at me as if her father, Cicero, and old Ben Wofford were nodding with approval. As I said at the outset, despite my own advanced years, I'm still getting used to this job. But I like it. He is a frequent moderator for the Aspen Institute's Executive and C.E.O. Seminars as well as its recently inaugurated Crown Fellowship Program.