Forty Years Ago...

We've been planning this reunion for nearly a year. Southern High School, class of 1971. The surest way to feel as old as you are is to be a part of your class reunion... in forty years the waistlines have expanded, the hairlines have receded, the chins have doubled, but thankfully the years have melted the harsh and left only the soft memories.

It was lovely not only to work on the reunion committee, but the memorabilia committee as well. Enough years have passed to to appreciate much of what once was scorned. I've been fortunate to have reconnected, or just simply connected to some very lovely folks, friends old and new.

Most of the committe met in Pam's suite and had a little toast to the culmination of a year's planning. Then we were off and running, taking care of those last minute details.

I suspect in a few years we're all going to think just how wonderful we looked... actually, we do look pretty good... check us out in 40 more!