New York Times

On The Quad blog: I was about 25 rows up, behind the Davidson bench, there as an alum, not as a reporter. And I couldn’t see. Not because I wasn’t close enough. I was. Not because I didn’t have a sight line. I did. But I felt like I was blinking, and blinking, and straining to take in all of that moment, and all that it meant, in that short, short spurt of time.

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