There's a scene in Grosse Pointe Blank where John Cusack's character is checking into his ten-year class reunion, and the over-zealous classmate his handing out nametags, complete with their senior year picture. I walked into my reunion Saturday, ready for my nametag. At left, you can see the results. Not too shabby. (And, for the record, I used no product to get my hair like that.)
The reunion was a grand party. Kudos to the planners. I had a great time. It was great to see everyone all growed up. I was amazed how really no one has changed, and I could recognize most without a name tag.
I was impressed with how many of us have remained in close contact with our respective friends. This was evident in watching the spouses/guests act when stories went from, "We're enjoying everything, yada yada yada" to "Remember, that one time, in economics, when you stuck that pencil in your ear?" Most just sat patiently for the first story, but after the fourth, they turned to other guests/spouses and continued conversing, obviously based on an established friendship.
And, the biggest surprise was how many people outside of my family actually read this. To all of you, Hello! Drop me a line if ya like and let me know when you're in town.