Class reunion reminds us
of bonds formed long ago
I recently attended my 55th high school class reunion. Rarely have I seen so many old people gathered in one place. It reminded me of the “early bird special” at a Florida buffet.
Much of the conversation revolved around medical conditions and surgical scars. There was enough medical experience in that room to write a book, and enough titanium to corner the market.
I noticed that hair came in a variety of colors, dyed, gray, white and absent. Some attendees looked 20 years younger than their actual age, while a few looked as if they should have their pulse checked. Everyone could still “party,” provided it was from a sitting position.
Quite a few traveled great distances to attend, surprisingly unsupervised. Apparently they all managed to find their way home since there have been no distress calls.
All of this in jest, of course. They were good classmates who became good people. While our lives went in different directions, the bonds formed long ago have survived. We mourned those we have lost and remember them fondly. Life has been good. May we all be around to attend the next reunion.
One way to quiet down kids in the car
While heading to Kansas City with five young grandkids in the car, I about lost it. Every three minutes one of the kids would holler, “Grandpa, are we there yet?” I repeatedly told them no, and I would tell them when we get there, but it didn’t seem to sink in.
Finally, after about 20 minutes of this, I pulled off the interstate and turned around and said, “If I hear ‘are we there yet?’ again, I’m coming back there and somebody is gonna get it!”
It got very quiet for about five minutes. Then I heard a little voice whisper, “Gosh, I hope we aren’t grown up by the time we get there!”
It’s hard to drive when you can’t quit laughing.