In the last week of October, 2013, an established fixture in the psyche of all Saint David's boys past and present, closed its doors. The deli on the corner of 89th and Madison, not necessarily known for its Madison Avenue chic, but none-the-less a staple supplier of hearty food and other less healthy condiments, has become embedded over the decades, in the lore of the School. As with any loss there is an intangible sense of sadness around its closure, and yet, it's no surprise that it has come to this. In an effort to capture, reflect, celebrate, honor and maybe in a strange way glorify this fixture in the life of Saint David's boys, I penned a little ode in the style of the ancient poet Pindar. He would often in his poems write of and honor youth and the things they valued. I thought it fitting today to present this ode as my chapel talk for All-Saint's and Halloween. An Ode to Our GTD If ever a boy hungered or thirst With all his wits aside, spar...