A weekend
of
Talking, Dancing
and
Remembering

I will spare you the details, but I do need to comment on my 50th high school reunion that took place this past weekend. It actually consisted of a cocktail party on Friday and a dinner dance on Saturday. I was one of the emcees.

We had grown up in the 50's, had wonderful values, lived in a safer world and (some) went to Viet Nam. Our school has produced many many famous and important people, and most of our grads have been successful in life. At the time, the thought of being 40, much less 60 or 70, was incomprehensible to us. In spite of our vast talents, we were all pretty much down to earth people with well grounded values. Whenever we've gotten together, it was as if we had never been apart. This one was no exception. Conversation and hugs abounded.

For me, it was a time to sit and talk to folks I had hardly known in class (we were over 500 in number). It was also a time to be humble for the kind things classmates had to say to me. I am, in fact, still sitting with some of those comments, especially the unexpected ones from unexpected classmates. It's funny how life turns out. For me it has evolved just fine, thank you.

Paddle safe...
DS