Class of '78

August 3, 2013

Evening spent with 120 people from my past, once close High School friends, their spouses, and strangers who resemble someone I once knew. Short-term conversations that will lead to nowhere fast. Old love interests prior to really understanding what the word really meant. Cocktails followed by a light dinner then ceremonial effort-balloons set afloat to represent all eleven classmates who are no longer with us. People who disintegrated from cancer, two who died by tragic accidents, one to Leukemia, others drifted away in unexplained demise.  

I have a 35 year old daughter (oops!) and five other children, one woman admitted. Another has a five year old granddaughter, kids twenty-nine years of age and two others follow. Few, like myself, never married, some of whom did not have children. Anesthesiologists, film-makers, teachers, bank managers, postal workers, family farmers, parents, care-givers, and friends. I make no promises to remain in contact with most of the graduating class. It was worth the half day drive from home, nevertheless.