Last weekend was my, dare I say it?, my 50th high school class reunion. How'd that happen? I can't believe it was 50 years last June since we marched onto to the field in our caps & gowns ready to take on the world. Summer of 1960 was still the early days of real rock & roll (before it disintegrated into simply rock), the Kennedy brothers and MLK, Jr. hadn't been assassinated yet ending the innocence of our era, we hadn't even gone in to space yet.
My friend, Karen, was coming down from Oregon and we were going to drive down to SoCal together and attend the weekend long event - football game and cocktail party on Friday night, Dinner - and for those who can still walk, dancing, on Saturday night and a picnic on Sunday. Then we started tallying up the costs and realized that we hadn't seen any of these people in at least 10 years, some 20 or more. Did we really want to spend $80 for a piece of halibut and $150 each for a place to sleep for 2 nights? Then there are the other meals, gas (even if we were taking just one car), mmmmmhhh, maybe she'd just drive as far as here and we'd have our own reunion, just the two of us... and that's what we did. We had a great visit. A little too short, but a good time, nonetheless. And, of course, we haven't aged a bit (not since yesterday, anyway). We both have those warped mirrors that you can see your mother in and with clothing being made out of the country, the sizes have changed which takes us back to the warped mirrors.
I received an email yesterday with the pictures from the reunion. I'm thinking I'm really glad I didn't spend that money. Only two faces were familiar to me and I'm sure they must have been my classmates' parents because all the people in those pictures were old. Dang, what the heck happened? Where were all the people I went to school and graduated with and what were their parents and maybe a couple of grandparents doing at our reunion?
Those of you still in your 20's to 50's, enjoy your class reunions. They're still fun; you still 'dress to impress,' not for comfort, no canes, walkers, or other aids and everyone is still reasonably recognizable.
Meanwhile, Here's to S.P.H.S. and the S'60 Aladdins!!!
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