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The Dean

His title was the Dean. But I remember him best as a teacher, not a dean, expert, or professor. Teacher's have passion for their students. It is evident on the outside, their kid like demeanor, and sparkle in their eyes, despite the years that have gone by. But it is evident on the inside too, that he had love for his craft, like a new seedling sprouting anew. His style more old timer than new, could grate on the young, but only a few. But if you could look beyond the surface, to the doorway of his heart, You could see it was always open, to those looking for a start.

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Date: 7/6/2018 12:18:00 AM
Hi Randolph.. a nice tribute to the Dean. Who he was and what he did, and why he did is still with you to this day!
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