With Grandma and Mom after the ceremony.
My proud Mom and me after the ceremony—with the obligatory smothering tower of fresh flower leis (hopefully my last).
Mom, Grandpa and me with my diploma after the ceremony.
Grandma, Grandpa and me.
Mom and me.
A group photo with my whole Harvard Graduate School of Design support group.
With Mom and Dad, Grandma and Grandpa.
With Grandpa and Grandma.
These wideangle lens distortions cause people’s faces in the upper corners to appear banana-shaped and the unfortunate people standing on the left or right edges of a group photo to appear even more fat than they may already imagine themselves to be. In other words, this is the most unflattering position to be standing in a group photo, especially for women (…or for men like Uncle Michael, who have always enjoyed good food). From the photo above, you would think my dad is one who constantly needs to watch his weight and food intake.
For another comparison, the photo above is the uncorrected version of the one two above. My head and Uncle Michael’s don’t look quite right, although Grandma looks fine, since she always manages to cleverly position herself in the center of the picture to avoid any unflattering distortion.
Charlene and her parents (on the right, with Uncle Michael on the left) with one of the candy leis my aunties made to give to my friends.
Charlene’s parents and uncle.
Charlene with her niece, uncle and dad.
Uncle Michael enjoying his lobster dinner.
Aunty Carol and Grandma enjoy their dinner at Jasper White’s.
Thanks to Robert, we went to see a play — The History Boys — in downtown Boston, after having a delicious dinner nearby at Pop’s.
The next day, we followed the historic “Freedom Trail” to Sam Adams’ grave ...
... Paul Revere’s house ...
... a small park near ...
... North Church, where the signal was given to Paul Revere to start his “midnight ride.”
A final look at my apartment, before we all had to move out for good.
The living room was a mess of stuff we had to get rid of or pack for shipping.
The Miyashitas, Grandma and my aunties, uncle and Dad were able to enjoy many delicious and memorable meals in Cambridge and Boston.
We all toured the Harvard campus much more leisurely after graduation, stopping at the famous “Statue of 3 Lies,” as we Harvard students like to call it. The date inscribed is inaccurate, it’s not a very good likeness of John Harvard and he wasn’t, in fact, the “founder of Harvard University.” But, no matter, it’s all a nice legendary “lie” that I’m proud to be able to perpetuate as a Harvard graduate.
Aunty Mary in front of Savenor’s market, conveniently located across Kirkland Street from my apartment.
We enjoyed a nice tapas dinner at Dalí, only a half block from my apartment. The restaurant staff helped me celebrate with a head wreath, bubbles and very embarrassing loud singing.
Robert and Uncle Michael enjoyed the food and atmosphere.
Click on the News link (above, or here) to see what I’m doing now — in Beijing, China!