[[note: Promoted this Reunion-related post to the top spot,  and eventually returning Mr. Blatt’s post to its original date and time. 93kwt, 12Jun]]

Like the other posters, I’m here for reunions, but as a staffing Reunion Ranger. We wear tangerine shifts (they stand out in the purple), and direct traffic, check rooms, run events, and generally run ragged for a few days. If you’re in town, look me up and shoot me an e-mail; I’m spending most of my time with the post-50th reunions @ Dodd, but will be other places.

So far, though, the work has been great. We have a good crop of Rangers (40 selected over over 80 applications), and WIlliams students are so efficient that we’re knocking down tasks left and right while having a good time. Hopefully, the rainy and cold weather will clear up in time for everyone else’s arrival.

Part of Rangering is service as an usher during Commencement and the surrounding events. I had a neat role supporting the Dean, and while the weather played a few games with us, I will appreciate my own Senior Week much more now that I’ve seen the work put into it. If anyone was there, I was the odd fellow near the stage who looked like secret service.

But the weekend also showed me something of this college’s nature. The pole-hit by Berkshire County‘s High Sheriff and our commencement’s formal language were reminders that despite our resources, events, and famous alumni, we’re still a bunch of people clustered in a small Berkshire college. The Williams Community stretches far and wide – through this blog – with people who have shared memories of the Purple Valley. It’s been a privilege to share a bit of time with the ’10s, and I’m learning that this college is much more than a group of buildings and classes. We’re starving artists, rich venture capitalists, and everything in between; but only 550 people in the world sat in Lancing-Chapman rink last Sunday, and those 550 people will, if patterns hold, be returning for years to come.

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