“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” – Ernest Hemingway,
A Moveable Feast When Professor Olayinka Omigbodun walked into our office conference room that late afternoon in early April to speak about the upcoming reunion of her class, it was not just another planning meeting in our office schedule. There was something in the way she shared it, something that stirred memory and meaning. As she spoke, Hemingway’s words about Paris came to mind. Not because we were planning anything remotely Parisian, but because the metaphor of the moveable feast lingered. Read More