Back in Time

This weekend was my 30th (gasp) high school reunion. My very best friend and I decided that we should go, mainly because we had heard that a few members of our class were actually flying across the country for the event. All we had to do was hop in the car. We started off our visit by flipping through old yearbooks to familiarize ourselves with names and faces. It was partly a walk down memory lane, partly a wait, who is THAT? and partly the sad remembrance of a few classmates who are no longer with us. Then it was time to meet up with friends of old, and muster up enough courage to walk into a room full of people we hadn’t seen or talked to in literally decades.