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Graham is my moral compass. You’ve heard of WWJD? (What would Jesus do?). Well, I don’t know Jesus, but I do know Graham. So when it comes time for me to make an important decision, I just think WWGD.
I met Graham when, yes, I pledged his fraternity at Wake Forest. My initial impression of him, however, was not stellar: he was the impish-looking fraternity brother that I didn’t know too well but called me daily to fetch a pizza for him.
But over the next three years Graham and I got to be good friends and have stayed that way. Since graduating, we spent an educational week together in New York City; have gone to numerous sporting events; and even spent 12 consecutive weekends together, despite living three hours apart. And Sarah and Graham graciously hosted Margaret and me at this year’s Kentucky Derby.
I don’t think you can misunderestimate Graham’s influence on me—he’s introduced me to Jethro Tull and taught me that in some circumstances it is ok to disavow your beloved university in preference of its hated rival. But most importantly, he’s showed me that contrary to common belief, there’s nothing wrong with redheaded Republicans.
Sarah and Graham met at the yet-to-be-profiled Georgeann and Alex’s wedding (Sarah apparently also has a hankering for redheads). And after several long years of hard work Sarah just earned her PhD in psychology.
Anyway, if you’re talking to Graham and Sarah and conversation hits a lull, ask Graham if he has any Bread. Or tell Sarah that she has quite a catch. And then tell her that again.
