Seems to me that my high school graduating class gets closer with each passing year. We are almost like brothers and sisters, and when one of our parents dies, we all grieve.
August is a big month for birthdays for my best buddies whose friendship dates all the way back to the Eisenhower administration.
We celebrated our 5th birthdays with Pin the Tail on the Donkey, and our 10th at the skating rink. On our 14th, we had a sleep over at Beth’s and went out back and taught ourselves how to smoke. I swear, we never inhaled.
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.
The 45th reunion of the West Point High School Class of 65 has come and gone, and no doubt our readers are pretty sick of hearing about it. This is the last word, I promise. Continue reading
One of the nice things about living within “spittin” distance of the town where you grew up, is that you can get together at a moment’s notice when one of the classmates who “escaped” comes back to town.