Let’s call it a mental health tune up. That’s a ritual the Class of 65 from my high school performs periodically to keep it between the lines so to speak. We get together on someone’s home turf and relive our glory days and laugh until the sun comes up.
The only difference this time is that some of the guys joined us. We spent four glorious days on the Mississippi Gulf Coast with the Hostess with the Mostest, our wonderful “Agenda Linda,” who kept us on track and always dressed to kill from one event to another.
What better way could a group of Baby Boomers escape the stresses of life and feel 16 again? Sometimes the best medicine is as close as your best high school buddy.
Beth and Gene (above) were doing this 50 years ago at Rose’s Café in our hometown. Nothing much changes with this group of ole friends– in fact, we’re pretty sure we have only gotten better. Who could imagine Beth and Gene on Medicare? Nah.
In fact, we enjoyed telling everyone we were on our “Senior Trip.” Look out Florida, we’ll be coming to a location near you soon. Naples, anyone?
These are the friends who date back long before puberty made us self-conscious and obsessive. They are the friends we were gifted with for life, who remind us we really are okay and quite possibly fabulous.
Driving home with “my girls” including Beth, Norma, Marie and Carole (who we had to drop off at the airport and cried real tears), we decided that 1947 and 1965 were very good years. The best.