Thirty Years...and Still Counting

It's been thirty years since I graduated high school...and today is my thirty year reunion. I could go--but I'm not. It's only about an hour drive to get there, but it doesn't start until 3 p.m.--and I have to work tonight.

Yeah, I could put in an appearance, but is there anyone there that I really want to see? I haven't seen any of my old classmates since my fifteen year reunion, and I was a very different person then. Different wife, different life, younger, thinner, and more prepared for the changes in my classmates.

I only went to the school for my senior year. The friends I made then were temporary at best (except Jean! Always Jean!).

There will be another reunion another year, perhaps. Maybe I'll make that one, if only just to see all of the old people that we have become.

Until then, my memories are intact...and perhaps that's the way they should stay--just memories.

And so it goes...