If you
wear the wrong name tag, most people won’t know the difference for at least an
hour.
The
group I hung out with in 1965 didn’t take drugs. Now, we all
do.
All the
girls who said they once had a crush on me should have mentioned this five
decades ago.
"So,
how have you been?" is a really stupid question to ask someone you haven't seen
in 50 years
People
will remember stuff about you that even you don't remember. This is not
anything to be concerned about. I hope.
I
hugged people I would never have hugged in 1965.
I swear
there were three guys gobbling down the shrimp at the buffet table who were not
in our class.
A few people thought I was Dick Wolf, who produced the hit show Law and Order, and that I had simply shortened my name from Wolfsie. I let them think they were right.
A few people thought I was Dick Wolf, who produced the hit show Law and Order, and that I had simply shortened my name from Wolfsie. I let them think they were right.
I told
many of the women they looked great for 68. Larry Leventhal told them they
looked great for 48. Guess who did better with the ladies in high
school?
All the
women at the reunion admitted to having a crush on the math teacher, Mr. Walsh.
And so did two of the guys.
It was
great see some old faces, although some of us had new faces over the old
ones.
Despite
a good cross-section of race and religion, we all had two things in common:
Social Security and Medicare.
It was
great to see Michael, although he's Madeleine now.
Some
people danced, but there wasn’t nearly as much making out on the dance floor as
50 years ago.
I am
the only alumni now living in Indiana. Henry Rosenbloom lives in Ohio. If you
knew Henry, you’d know that’s close enough.
After a
few glasses of wine, a very youthful looking Francine admitted she got some
“work” done before the reunion. Funny, in high school she never got any work
done before class.
Half of
the attendees thought the men aged better than the women. Guess which half
thought that?
No one
left the reunion intoxicated. But Chuck and Wally arrived that
way.
A few
people brought their old yearbook and wanted me to sign it. All I could think of
to write was: “Good luck in college.”
I asked
the class prom queen Cindy to let me know when it was 9 p.m. Just once, I wanted
her to give me the time of day.
There
was some talk at the reunion about sex in high school. Back in high school it
was all talk.
Carl
Corvino no longer has a neck.
My prom
date Yvonne gave me a big kiss hello. It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed in 50
years, it was the only time—and that includes the
prom.
A lot
of people said things to each other like, "We sure had fun together,” but it was
hard for some of us to come up with specifics.
There
was very little interest in forming a 75th reunion committee.
My
friends in high school laughed at me 50 years ago when I said I would be a humor
writer one day. I gave a few classmates copies of my most recent book. Sadly,
they’re not laughing now.
