12
Oliver
2006
The black, iron-wrought gates stood open. Two brick piers held up its flowery crown. To the students hurrying through it, Johnson Gate was nothing more than a passageway from the street to Harvard Yard. But Oliver paused before it, taking in its majesty, its sense of foreboding. To him, the gate was a portal to the past.
As he wandered through campus, the world peeled away. Here, he was no longer thirty-five, the youngest partner at Steinway & Appleton, invited back to Harvard to join the board of the Crimson Pride Alumni Association. He didn’t live in The Rosewood or even New York. He wasn’t a Wright yet. A key turned and he became eighteen-year-old Oliver Agos, his first year away from home, when the only things that mattered were grades and girls. He still remembered
