reunion was in two weeks! Naw, I still have time to lose 15-20 pounds. Ahh, hell, I don’t care, maybe I’ll get sick, or have another one of those medical operations I have become so well known for.
Excuses aside I was surprised when Wife Patti informed me the EVENT was in two days. I dreaded going to see so many (about 70) fellow classmates from a half century passed.
Hmm, don’t wear tight clothes, it is a dead giveaway and make sure you take your glasses in case they write names on those really small name badges.
Somewhat luckily, the group had a small get-together the night before the big night, at a local bar we were all familiar with back in the day. There, I did manage several old connections, making the next night easier to handle.
When we (Yes, Wife Patti insisted on going) entered the room, there were a few familiar outlines, ones I could possibly identify. You approach someone, try not to be obvious as your eyes peruse their name tag and greet them with a “Hi, Boy I could identify you a mile away. You haven’t changed much in 50 years.” Still, eyes were strained reading those damn name badges.
Was everybody in the room lying just a bit? Of course, but luckily, just about everybody gained weight, lost hair and dressed like, like, people in their late 60s.
Yes, conversations lead to people in their 60s topics: Married? Kids? Grandkids? Really, you have been married how many times? How many operations have you had?
Then, there were the ones who did not make it to the reunion, either due to dying, prison, whatever.