When I graduated from high school at 18 the thought of getting back together 50 years later was like looking into a distant mirror: you couldn’t see the image very clearly and, in truth, it seemed illusory. Now, looking back 50 years, the image is very clear and the mirror seems very close. Those 50 years sure went by quickly.
If I had to guess, 50 years ago, what my classmates would look like at 68, I would have guessed that many would be obese, that most would have white hair (or no hair), that walkers would abound and that generally we would look like we had one foot in the grave. I have to say that I was very wrong about that. My classmates looked remarkably fit and generally looked younger than their years. Maybe the ones I imagined stayed home (our turnout was only about one-quarter of the survivors), but the ones that showed up looked great. I think most will make it to our 60th. I hope to be there to find out.
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