Not your average first day of school story from not your average Harvard Law student
It is the fall of 1985, and I have arrived at Harvard Law School in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Other students enter the dorm carrying duffel bags and milk crates. I have matched luggage, a U-Haul trailer, and two parents in tow. We unload, creating for me a nest of familiar things.
I miss Mr. Joe – the wizened African-American man who worked for my family for many years doing yard work and odd jobs. He had always helped me move in and out of college dorms at Auburn. One year he told my mom ”I do believe that Miss Molly is moving out more than she moved in.” I don’t think I would have ever lived it down if Mr. Joe had helped me move in at Harvard.