We’re really not turning 70, are we? Certainly not. We’re only 18 (with 52 years of experience). Our classmate, Ruthie, ushers in the new decade with a cake for all 15 of us.
The girls of the West Point High School of ’65 (at least the ones close or determined enough to come) celebrated their entry into another decade last week. I would have posted sooner, but its taken me this long to recover.
I couldn’t help but recall our 16th birthday party when our parents got together to throw us a big dance at the Henry Clay Hotel – in the Safari Room. We danced the nite away under the watchful eyes of our folks. Continue reading