Jersey Shore

Ten years ago tonight, I was out driving along the Atlantic coast in a Japanese convertible. Jumping from one barrier island to the next, I followed seemingly endless dunes all the way from Cape May to Sandy Hook. The air was still cold from winter but, only a few weeks later, there would be cherry blossom and Gabriel would come visiting.

These days, I have traded the convertible for bus number 8 and, instead of island hopping, I am back with thesis guidance. This semester, the topics reach from the role of Swedish soft power to the governance of nursing homes, mixed up with everything from how higher education institutions can help students with disabilities to the future of “open government”.