For Bob Muldoon ’81, the first sign of spring isn’t a bird or bud. It’s a butterfly
“The game is afoot,” writes Bob Muldoon ’81 in his Boston Globe essay about his annual quest for the first sign of spring.
“Each year in March, as gray winter shuffles off stage, and colorful spring waits in the wings, I hold my own private competition: to spot the year’s first butterfly. Aye, for many the robin is the harbinger of spring, but for me ’tis the mourning cloak. For you the bird, for me the butterfly!”
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