As if imminent retirement wasn’t a sufficient reminder of my advancing age, I also have my 45th(!) high school reunion this weekend. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was a freshly-minted grad and the thought of the first reunion, five years down the road, seemed very remote. Oh, how time flies!
This year there will be a “class news” publication in which the Deceased section will be quite a bit thicker than the one 5 years ago. One of my favorite people in the class passed away this year. I don’t know the details, but I imagine I will learn them.
I am not obsessing about my appearance. I am confident that I will look better than most. Maybe not better than D.V. who has to keep in shape for his trophy wife, but better than most of the others. It will be fun. I will spend the evening catching up with people that I never spoke to before graduation, learning details of their lives that I will immediately discard.
And I get to play a round of golf.