William J. Vande Kopple

William J. Vande Kopple It happened at the most startling—and often inappropriate—times. I was collaborating with colleagues Nancy Hull and Gary Schmidt during Calvin College's interim term to lead a group of students around significant literary sites in eastern Massachusetts. Often Gary, who insisted that he simply could not learn how to change his cell phone from ringing to vibrating, would get a call, examine the screen, press a tab, and say, "Hello, my dear." It would be a call,…