Day 1017: Class of 67 and friends

Nineteen friends met tonight at the Liberty.  Such wild stories!  One fellow told of a band trip where his roommate hid a burning cigar between their mattresses during the bed check.  When the chaperone left the room, they lifted the mattress and it burst into flame.  Smoke alarms and sprinklers went off, the building was evacuated of 250 guests and lots of firetrucks rolled in.  The outcome?  Big trouble for everyone involved and a big bill for the parents.   How come I never heard of this disaster?

Here we are, nearly fifty years out of high school, and they were still talking about the teachers'  quirks and habits and the pranks they played on them.  I couldn't help wondering if I am a subject of conversation when my former students get together.  Also, why are they still talking about HS?  It is a better alternative to illness, death and loss.  One of the ladies there tonight lost her brother last week after an eight year battle with ALS.  She is the same one whose husband is in a memory care facility.  So, laughter, pranks, stories, sharing, remembering...all good.