I had lunch on Saturday with over 20 of my high school classmates -- and a few spouses.
We have met several times since our fortieth reunion two years ago -- mainly for lunches. Every gathering has had a different mix of classmates. And I have been excited to see each of them and catch up on what we have all been doing.
The most popular activity is conversation. Some silly. Some philosophical. But all good natured.
We have met several times since our fortieth reunion two years ago -- mainly for lunches. Every gathering has had a different mix of classmates. And I have been excited to see each of them and catch up on what we have all been doing.
The most popular activity is conversation. Some silly. Some philosophical. But all good natured.
I have discovered a sure-fire way to change the topic amongst this group: just pull out one of the many yearbooks or group pictures in which we starred. Most of my classmates went to school together from kindergarten through high school. I did not join the stream until the fourth grade.
I found the booklet that contains the scan at the top of this post when my brother and I moved my mother from her last house. I almost threw it away. Now, I am glad I did not.
We passed it around, inducing tale after tale -- some of which probably have the additional allure of being true. It is amazing what you learn about classmates decades later.
This will most likely be my last meeting with the full group. Of course, I expect to see several of them in Mexico.
I found the booklet that contains the scan at the top of this post when my brother and I moved my mother from her last house. I almost threw it away. Now, I am glad I did not.
We passed it around, inducing tale after tale -- some of which probably have the additional allure of being true. It is amazing what you learn about classmates decades later.
This will most likely be my last meeting with the full group. Of course, I expect to see several of them in Mexico.
