A few crashers from the West Point High School Class of ‘65, horned in on the class reunion of the Class of 66 tonight. Crashing was tacky, but we went in style.
J. C. Weathers, son of our friend, Ruthie, showed up with a limo to take us to dinner and the reunion. Marie asked J. C. to pick us up for church in the morning. (she said we were born for this kind of pampering.)
The limo was equipped with 60’s music and libations. We toured our old haunts including the Big R (which is now an oriental restaurant) and the place from which we matriculated all those years ago – West Point High School. It seemed much smaller than I remembered.
The limo deposited us at Profitt’s Porch which is located on the beach at Officer’s Lake where we spent many happy summer days lolling in the sun with the transitor radio blaring “Louie, Louie.”
Ironically, when we finally arrived at the reunion, the band was playing“Louie, Louie.” Music was provided by our high school dance group, The Torquays. Suddenly we were lost in the 60s again.
Outside the Ritz Theater where we practically grew up, Becky Cooper and Ann Carty posed on the hood of Becky’s vintage mustang. I felt like I had died and gone to 60s heaven. Where ever heaven is, I hope it’s got a community for the kids from West Point High who passed that way and still love to get together every now and then.
We got home by the time the sun came up and have a new experience to add to our big book of best memories. Thanks to the Class of 66 – and Ruthie and JC!