Some of us apparently never really like high school (I didn't), and never liked our classmates (with few exceptions, I thought that was me, too). I learned differently at the 25th and 38th reunions. There were people at each that I never knew I liked, and others that I definitely never thought liked me. Turns out I was wrong. That was definitely cool.
Let there be no mistake. I left that town thirty some years ago because I didn't really "fit." The pond was just too small, and somehow I felt like a different sort of fish than what makes that pond a home. I am perfectly happy 1400 miles away. I will be content never to return after this one last party. But this will be a nice closure. I hope I don't get all misty.
On second thought, who cares?

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