We May Never Pass This Way Again

I’m not gonna lie. It was more like, “Thank God we’ll never pass this way again.”

Just saying.

Recently, a fellow student posted elementary school class pictures of my classmates. These adorable “mini me” photos made me realize that most of the kids in my class had been together almost their entire lives, which made me a little jealous. But if I had been one of them, I probably wouldn’t have bonded with my BFFs and fellow “outsiders” who were also uprooted at fourteen to a new town. Meeting them made the experience – maybe not the thing of wistful 70s songs, but – so much better than it could have been.

Congratulations to my fellow graduates of Newfield’s 1975 class on this momentous anniversary we share with a sobering list of events that put this time lapse into perspective: the movie Jaws; the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (the wreck, not the song); the birth of Saturday Night Live; and the official end of the Vietnam War.

And special thanks to my favorite girls who made this celebratory weekend so memorable and fun, and who always “make me feel like I’m more than a friend.”

I remember thinking in my twenties when a coworker was going to her 50^th high school reunion: Damn, she’s old!

What goes around…

Postscript:
Seeing my fellow high school classmates in their elementary school class photos made me check online to see if I could find any of mine.

Hint: Those are my chubby cheeks in the second row.