{"id":2513,"date":"2010-04-21T17:46:47","date_gmt":"2010-04-21T17:46:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hub-dev.bates.edu\/magazine\/?page_id=2513"},"modified":"2017-09-06T11:41:05","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T15:41:05","slug":"preamble","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bates.edu\/magazine\/back-issues\/y2004\/summer04\/departments\/preamble\/","title":{"rendered":"Preamble"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"width: 117px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-left: 5px;margin-right: 5px;border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bates.edu\/Images\/Bates_Magazine\/Summer04\/jburns.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" hspace=\"5\" width=\"107\" height=\"150\" \/><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">H. Jay Burns, Editor.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><strong>Don&#8217;t cry for me, says the editor<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>By H. Jay Burns, Editor<\/p>\n<p>Tears don&#8217;t much impress me. I even welled up when Smarty Jones lost the Belmont, but that didn&#8217;t bring back my $20.<\/p>\n<p>So I can understand why Bates seniors \u2014 atop Mount David at sunrise, on the brink of Commencement and the real world \u2014 might shed a little tear (see photo, below).<\/p>\n<p>I find the photo compelling for another reason. You and I are able to view it from a perspective the seniors in the picture don&#8217;t have, yet. In the coming years, these new alums won&#8217;t often find themselves sharing, with 10 or 15 or 20 trusted fellow travelers, intimate moments that force them to stop, take a breath, and leap forward to a new place.<\/p>\n<p>Sure, they&#8217;ll soon trek around the country for Bates weddings (please send photos), and weddings rate a 10 on the epic-emotion scale. But at those things you&#8217;re also liable to bond with Stew, the groom&#8217;s cousin who sells dental implants \u2014 and brings a sample to the rehearsal dinner.<\/p>\n<div style=\"width: 160px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin-left: 0px;margin-right: 0px;border: 0px initial initial\" src=\"https:\/\/www.bates.edu\/Images\/Bates_Magazine\/Summer04\/bc-01.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" hspace=\"0\" width=\"150\" height=\"113\" align=\"right\" \/><p class=\"wp-caption-text\">Sunrise Sadness.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Yet someday, another mountainous moment will come along for these alums. Maybe something like the Modern Dance Companycelebration (page 5). Or, like the evening I witnessed at Reunion 2003, when Milt Lindholm &#8217;35, still a year away from the happy public occasion of his honorary degree this past May, arrived at Lindholm House for a quiet dinner, organized by Dave Welbourn &#8217;71. The guests were fellow travelers in a particular sense: Each had once served as Milt&#8217;s assistant. Milt was their first boss.<\/p>\n<p>Sick that evening, Milt came through the door looking frail. But still he came. He sat and listened to stories: the time absent-minded Dick Steele, on Milt&#8217;s staff 40 years ago, visited a high school and noticed a cemetery nearby \u2014 &#8220;just like the school I visited yesterday&#8221; \u2014 and introduced himself as &#8220;Dick Steele, representing Bates College,&#8221; to which the principal replied, &#8220;I know. You were here yesterday.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Milt rallied, and the talk changed voice, toward the second person. &#8220;You never went on vacation after the decision letters went out,&#8221; Erik Bertelsen &#8217;72 said, reflecting Milt&#8217;s compassion for hearing out those families not accepted to Bates. The group talked about his respect for peer schools &#8220;no matter where on the pecking order.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I was spoiled by working with Milt Lindholm,&#8221; Bertelsen continued. &#8220;I know now I&#8217;ll never be able to duplicate the experience. You mentored us and gave us careers we would not have ever imagined.&#8221; And, yes, tears did follow for these fellow Bates travelers.<\/p>\n<p>H. Jay Burns<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Don&#8217;t cry for me, says the editor By H. 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