Spring semester’s end marks my retirement from teaching after 20 years at Johns Hopkins. Now the old unsolved mystery: Where does the time go? I will miss the students, some more than others. (The faculty are already remembered like odd ducks from childhood. It is highly possible that I have become one, too.) They brought fresh initiative to my dwindling personal cache. If we can give them a fair chance, maybe we’re going to be okay. Everything else looks iffy, except spring itself.
