The Dean's Thanksgiving Letter

Dear Friends,

My late cousin Bob took this amazing photo from his farm, looking west across the fields to my childhood home, Poplar Place. For me, this image evokes the sound of a breeze rustling the leaves, the smell of freshly cut hay, the taste of sun-kissed homegrown vegetables, the feel of a calf’s tongue licking my fingers, and the sight of fluffy clouds dancing across sky. Only in hindsight do I realize how very rich we were, despite not having much money...