Okay, we’re almost all in – by that I mean my extended family of girlfriends from the West Point High School class of ’65 – who continue to waltz into the ripe old age of fifty-twelve. The latest to join our little band of curmudgeon cuties are Ruthie Weathers and Marie Portera, pictured above with their cake.
Welcoming them are (back from left) Linda Barton Aultman, Norma Clark Atkins and Jane Edwards Scott (we imported her from the class of ’68 just to give her a taste of what it’s like to be a big girl). Marie’s big day is today and Ruthie’s is Sunday. Earlier this month we added Carolyn Blair Bentley and next week Beth Hooker Herron will join our aging fold.
Incidentally, Beth was the only Hooker in the class of ’65. Funny thing though – in high school we didn’t even know the word “hooker” could be viewed as “unsavory.”
Now, the real fun begins. We’re old enough to practically get away with murder, yet still young and stupid enough to accept any challenge. When we do something totally outrageous these days, folks just chalk it up to senility.
But where was I going this this? What was I saying again? Oh yeah, Happy Birthday girls. It’s great growing “mature” with you!