I attended my high school reunion this weekend. Not gonna say which one ... but the Senate Watergate Hearings were on TeeVee as we donned cap and gown.
It's nice to see these folks I grew up with as we mature, and continue the process of growing up (yours truly possibly excepted). Friday evening Abby's Pizza; Saturday dinner and live music at Sylvan Ridge winery; Ah! sylvan indeed, not to mention verdant, pastoral, perhaps even bucolic – but I digress. Sunday, of course, was the mid-day potluck at Emerald Park, where we shared time together with everybody's (or their spouse's) best dishes. Unlike that same park, when we were growing up, nobody offered to sell me any pot, and only one person witnessed to me about Jesus – and he is a lifelong friend, who backed off before I had to witness back to him about the Flying Spaghetti Monster (Bless His Noodly Appendage). So it was all smiles.
I love these gatherings! With the mellowing of age, many who occupied the highest status have been chastened by time, and become truly enjoyable company – and a few of the wallflowers have sprouted into bold self-actualized extroverts.
I'm already looking forward to the next gathering!
