Each rebuff from his greetings on the stage were like hits between his shoulder blades. Here he had put together this little show that demonstrated so little deference to the graduates that we herded ourselves in the gym without fanfare and left without the traditional, well-deserved pomp. Of course, it will be smirked at in the streets by those furthest from the stink. After all, if you've waded in it long enough to change the earth, you get used to the smell, so for some, we'll be labeled "unruly."

Tonight, it came from all sides. Whether is was the Funkateer that artfully dodged him, the "psych" handshake up the neck that caught Shelboy slipping, or the dressing down he got from Rachel after Myron and others showed her so much love, all were evident of the intellectual freedom this administration has fostered under his gaze. Even the banner at the end by the faculty was a nice touch.

Myself, I fight close, so I got into his eyes as I held his diminutive hand in my fist, and spoke the words that I knew he would understand. We've got history and my separation from Hardy Street wont change that. EVER. It wasn't for show or for a symbol, what's up is between I and he.

Much love to the class of 2004, which was pronounced "Class of 2003" by S.T. Barkum at the end of his circus.

To my ace...Power with the People.