He was tall in the way that some people are tall — not just physically but in terms of the space they occupy in a room, the quality of presence that registers before they speak. Silver hair. The posture of someone who has worn a uniform for decades and whose body has incorporated its requirements so thoroughly that the posture persists into civilian clothes. He sat on the stage during Principal Harris’s welcome address with the still attention of someone who is always listening.
I was in the freshman section, halfway down, in the middle of a row. I had chosen the middle deliberately because middle seats don’t attract attention from either the front or the back, a calculation I made automatically in large group settings.
Principal Harris was talking about courage and community and the importance of recognizing the people who serve.
I was looking at my notebook.
