I recently attended my 50th high school class reunion. Hadn’t been to one since the 5th. I was dreading it, because I began feeling like it wouldn’t be much different than being back in high school. I was partially wrong.
It was good to reconnect with some people I had last seen at graduation a half century ago. But I had had enough, after an hour or so, of manufactured conversation and wandering around like I was still lost among people who were still cooler than me and who had so much more to say. And more than a few people confused me with my cousin, a classmate and musician of some renown who probably wouldn’t have shown up for this even if he had absolutely nothing else to do.
I also read the names of those listed on the In Remembrance poster. The list included my best friend from late elementary school on, along with 31 others.
Kind of a mixed bag of emotions, though I guess I’m glad I went.
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