Reunion

This past weekend, my High School graduating class celebrated our 20-year reunion. Naturally, we actually graduated 21 years ago this May. But, that's our class for you.

Every one of the other nine classmates that showed up commented on how much weight I'd lost. That felt good to hear. Some of them had done the same, some hadn't. It didn't really matter.

One guy I was close to in High School, but drifted away from afterwards just got married last year. It was indicated that this was his first marriage. Good for him.

75% of the conversation at dinner was about our children, and with only two notable exceptions, none of us had met any of the other folks' children.

We had 35 in our graduating class. 11 guys. Saturday night, there were 3 guys, and ten of us total.

All three of us guys, and about half the girls are now into guns or carry regularly. That surprised me in a positive way.

This one was organized far better than my 10-year reunion. On that day, I got a call stating the reunion would start in a little over an hour. It was held in Chattanooga. I was just south of Louisville, KY at the time, moving my brother-in-law in to college. Five people attended that one... wonder why.

Every one of us made aloud a comment about our alma-mater's tendency toward legalism and how much we despised that... which was probably one of the reasons our class was often "looked down" upon. And that was our badge of honor.


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