Ahhh, High school reunions. I discovered (through the 'net') that one of the schools I was expelled from (MacDonald High, in Montreal) was having a reunion a couple of years ago. Part of me wanted to go, and part of me started to recall the pain that I endured when I was there the first time. A lot of us folkies were nurds and worse, during those formative years, and although it may be very cool to be different now....it wasn't back then (I'm 56 now)

I asked for Mudcatters' advice and was rewarded with a highly entertaining thread full of opinions (I'd pull it up if I remembered the title) but the bottom line was that if I'd gone, I'd probably have been just as shy with those people as I was when I left....not to mention, downright hostile.

I can picture nervously standing in the decorated auditorium while everyone else danced (just as they did back then) and then finding Charlie B******, now probably a large bald bully CEO of something. Wanting to punch someone in the jaw is the wrong motivation for going to a reunion!

Glad you showed 'em Kendall!

Cheers

Rick