Reflections on the seismic changes that college presidents must negotiate

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“It’s coming,” I whispered to my son. He was the second of only two people wearing masks that afternoon, the first being me, as we looked at the bucolic scene before us featuring families picnicking on the Georgetown town square, the most beautiful in Texas, and jolly wine bar patrons overflowing onto the sidewalk. “Let’s go home.”

Originally published: February 1, 2021