I Found It: Reflections on Male Friendship

I FOUND IT.

These words were written in large black paint on the white wall of our yearbook office in high school. The phrase, both declarative and yet somehow hinting at things left unsaid, is sometimes brought up when I talk to my old friend Fletch. Fletch was the editor of The Cupola, our high school yearbook at Georgetown Prep, the all-boys Jesuit high school in Maryland. In the early 1980s we spent hours in that office putting together the Cupola, toiling under that phrase: I FOUND IT. We had no idea who the original author was. It seemed to always have been there, like the universe.