Not having time to go, I skipped my 40th reunion this past summer. I did ask for the picture, though -- and when it came I thought "Who are all of those old folks?" I've looked at it several times and don't think I can recognize anyone. (Of oourse, *I* still look as young, handsome and viral [sic] as always.)

But I've noticed something: as time goes by and the need to make an impression to satisfy one's ego fades, reunions get more and more interesting and fun to attend. Now mind you, at least one of my classmates was sentenced this past summer for defrauding the government!

I'm looking forward to my wife's college reunion in Philly this coming spring. At the last one, when the "new" VW bug was newly out, one of her classmates and her husband arrived in one plastered with peace symbols, flowers and so on. The following conversation took place"

"Nice car!"

"Yes, I always wanted a VW like that, with the flowers and things. Messes with their minds at work."

"Really? What do you do?"

"I work for NASDAQ."

"Cool! What do you do there?"

"Well, ah,..."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"Well, I'm the President."

And a good time (and lots of good drinks) was had by all.