Don't ever run in heeled sandals

I ran down Ave. Louis Pasteur yesterday in ridiculous humidity, late to a lunch with my advisor from Simmons College. As I sped across the street in my once pressed, now shriveled, white linen suit slipping in barely-there sandals, I realized why they invented New Balance and Puma. Moral: don't ever run in heeled sandals. Especially in an old city like Boston with cobblestone sidewalks. What on earth was I thinking? I sprinted past Harvard Medical School trying to think of a creative way to ask for another extension. She's heard it before, the "things don't seem to be slowing down anytime soon" speech. As I burst through the door out of breath, she gave me a "I know, you're flat out and you'll be needing another extension" look. Which brings me to faces. Sometimes you just don't need words. But you always need a face. I'm glad Jim Maki has been given a chance to live life as a man with a face.

Susan Whitman Helfgot