My “tribe” did a little war dancing today – on a table no less. That’s something I’ve wanted to do all my life and lately we been doing a lot of it.
The “tribe” in this case is anyone who graduated from West Point High School in 1965 (and a select few from 1963). The tribal conclave decided to dispense with business and make some music while Bob Marshall (left on sax) and Frank Portera (below on guitar) appear to be making the music.
Pictures can be deceiving. The music was actually emanating from Bob’s pocket where Pandora was belting out some 50s favorites.
Ah, the miracle of technology.
Suddenly, as if by magic the threatening clouds parted. We began to feel the earth move under our feet as the table threatened to collapse. Yet, it did not. The bolts held. Meanwhile all worrying, wondering and doubting just faded into the sunset. A perfect and predictable ending for a tribal meeting.
And that’s the end of a beautiful story.
Photos by Caroline Harrell Atkins who is filming a documentary about the “tribe.” featuring Bob, Emily, Frank along with Beth Hooker Herron, Norma Clark Atkins, and Marie Portera and 125 other surviving members of the class of 65 who could not find Tibbee because of the road construction of Hwy 45.