Ruminating on Reunions

It is a gorgeous weekend weather-wise and we are not camping. I hope it's not the only good one of the summer. But it's been busy. Friday we met some of Butch's classmates for lunch. We are getting so old that reminiscing about high school years has been done over and over and mostly we just catch up on everyone.

Then after supper, we stopped downtown at a gathering of the local class of 1973. This was my first class of eighth graders and I have been forever grateful that they were so easy on me. It could have been a short teaching career. I have a special connection to that class in that when I quit teaching 22 years later, one member of that class took my place and I went to work for another one--part time in her flower shop. It was really great to catch up with them as they now near retirement. One man (it's hard not to think of them as kids) said he didn't remember my face, but he remembered my voice. Hmmm.

In a little over a week, we will journey to my hometown for the county fair and an informal gathering of some of my classmates. I think reunions get better with age. I'm working on the first book in a new series right now that will be titled Reunion and Revenge. I hope that's not prophetic.

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