Hell of a Guy

High School Reunion - not mine…


This weekend is The Nancy’s 40th High School Reunion and we are in Grafton, West Virginia to attend it.  This is the second reunion I have attended in the whole of my lifetime, and neither is connected to my own graduating class.

As far as I know, my high school graduating class has never had a reunion, at least not one where I was asked to attend.  Hmmm?  Perhaps I am missing something here?

The graduating class of The Baltimore City College (high school), February 1962 – and yet another story – was not highly organized even when I attended school.  If memory serves me, even our class president dropped out of school a couple of weeks prior to graduation and joined the Navy, taking is learning savvy to it.  He knew he was going to fail in several classes and this was his means to save face, I suppose, but I think everyone knew he was going to fail, so he didn’t save a lot of anything.  It doesn’t surprised me the “esprit de core” is lacking in this group…we certainly didn’t have it then, or now, or so it seems.  It was a class of under achievers that included me, the unsung under achiever of them all (to a point).

My first HS reunion attendance was with my former bride and her 25th.  With hers, much as with The Nancy’s, I was amazed to see people of all ages.  What I mean by that is how much I was struck with how some people age so very gracefully and how some others do not.  Both the former bride and the present bride took the graceful route.

How can a group of people all be within one or two years of one another and look so vastly different age wise?  I am not here to judge anyone, so forgive me if it sounds as if I am, but I have to wonder why this happens.  It is definitely puzzling to me, I have always thought it to be a lack of personal pride, but what the hell do I know?  I suppose genes play a part in this drama, but so does ego, and ego is not necessary a bad thing as long as it doesn’t go too far.  Maybe it’s just a “judgment” call?     

In my narcissistic mind I see myself as looking on the younger side of my rapidly advancing age group, then again, it might just be a case of rapidly failing eyesight.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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