I got my first diploma, an undergraduate degree from the University of Belgrade, in 1969. My second, a master’s from Harvard, came in 1972. And I got my last, a PhD from MIT, in 1975. For all these years they all lingered in a large red envelope, which I got together with my Harvard diploma. After so many international moves, it is a miracle the envelope is still with me. Today I took it to a framery near my home in Reading. A couple of months before my retirement, framing the diplomas is just fun, whereas it could have been construed as showing off until recently. Or am I worried no-one will take me seriously in Motovun?