Yesterday I attended the 50th anniversary of my high school graduating class. There was only 32 of us to start with and remarkably, only 7 have died. This was the first time we had been together in 50 years.
We met on the lawn of one of our class members and later walked down the street to the cafe where we hung out long ago.
I had reservations about attending this. I suppose I was leery of the unknown. I need not have been. Everyone was basically the same people I knew back then. This was a happy bunch. We had some teachers from then, and our teacher, coach, and principal, who still has the respect and love that only time can create.
Class reunions may be thought of as "Corny", but, try one somethime, you might be suprised. Jim