Partnering with a God of Improvisation | President’s Reflection

Instead of vacationing on the banks of the St. John River in New Brunswick, Canada, I spent my summer in Houghton, sorting through boxes of old notes and letters that span my life from the 1960s to the present. (I don’t know if any of you come from families that save everything! I do.) It was not a choice that I welcomed. I kept hoping the borders to New Brunswick would open, but when they did not, I decided to use the time to take care of this sorting task that has been waiting for me for more.