Stadium Seating

Dear Graduate, … Sometimes, a spring breeze softly blowing whispers that a presence needn’t be seen to be felt … … And sometimes, the people piling onto the benches of packed bleachers sense that a sacred space is simultaneously filling … … And often, clustered families gleefully crane to glimpse their cap-and-gown-clad graduate, but once the band pipes up and you triumphantly take the field, you’ll know you’re in perfect view of missed and remembered mentors rejoicing up, up, up so high, so very high … in stadium seating … … And usually, principals and presidents will proceed to spawn perfunctory speeches … politely received … by the assemblage patiently waiting … … But always, always, count on this classic climax creating an incredible crescendo: Thunderous applause will rumble through the bleachers, rambling onto the field, and rocket through the air, rolling onto the heavens as a sprinkling of caps rains up, up, up so high, so very high and … for a slice of a second … before starting to tumble, mortarboards are a sea of confetti tipping their corners in displays of gratitude to the angels smiling upon you … from up, up, up so high, so very high … in stadium seating! E. V. Wyler