My Dad actually got the quantity discount :he gotall three and a half of his degrees here.
His Ph.D. was in Communication Science becausethey thought Computers were just a passing fad,when he earned it 44 years ago.
He and Mom made a big sacrifice for that degree.
They argued at times over pennies, while raising my newborn brother.
Mom typed my Dad’s dissertation by hand.
Kind of ironic for a Communication Science dissertation.
This velvet hood I'm wearing, this was my Dad’s.
And this diploma that I have here just like the one you're about to get, that was my Dad’s.
And my underwear... oh never mind.
My father’s father worked in the Chevy plant in Flint, Michigan.
He was an assembly line worker.
He drove his two children here to Ann Arbor, and told them: That is where you’re going tocollege.
I know it sounds funny now.
Both of his kids actually did graduate from Michigan.
That was the American dream.
His daughter, Beverly, also with us today.
My Grandpa used to carry an “Alley Oop’ hammer--a heavy iron pipe with a big hunk of leadmelted on the end.
The works made them during the sit-down strikes to protect themselves.
When I was growing up,
we used that hammer whenever we needed to pound a stake or something into the yard.
It is wonderful that most people don't need to carry a heavy blunt object for protectionanymore.
But just in case, I brought it with me.