Most of us dread going to our high school reunion. I decided that I would attend mine if only to see who was still alive and could come. I surprised myself when I really enjoyed mine. The committee did a great job making it possible for the rest of us to have a good place to gather, and to enjoy the evening and only need to talk about how great our lives are and that of our children and grandchildren.
It seems that of a class of over 500 we have lost over 100 people, and had about 65 of the people attend the reunion. It seems that most of the class has remained invisible, and only a small group stay in touch with each other. It also was interesting that we concentrated who was present, and sort of ignored the rest..
I seem to have more nostalgia for the school then for many of the people and that may be why many people don’t show up for reunions. The physical buildings are so much of our lives that even when they have changed the look of the campus, it is the place that determined so much of our lives that followed. The fact that we graduated during the Viet Nam war was a part of how we grew up, and it affected such things as college and what we did with our lives. For some it meant the military, and others it meant go to college and wait for the draft or enlist when we wanted to join..
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