Only in my dreams (photo from web)
As a graduating senior I was asked, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” A gypsy. I was absolutely sure that National Geographic would pay me to write and take photos as I journeyed across America in a horse drawn wagon. Wasn’t like I knew anything about horses or wagons. Ah, the naivety of youth. Yet I’ve come pretty close to being a gypsy living in multiple different RVs for the past 24 years. And yet I still dream of the wagon.
This will be my first high school reunion even though it’s the 40th. Yes, I’m a little nervous about seeing people I barely remember. Thank goodness for Facebook and a special class page that’s reintroduced me to some of those faces from the past. Except none of us really look like our yearbook photos. Ought to be interesting.
The adventure begins with a five hour drive to Las Vegas and dinner with my brother and his wife before flying out on a red-eye special to Chicago. Then pick up a rental car and head west to the suburbs where I’ll be staying with an old classmate. Of course I’ll have to drive through old neighborhoods and past houses that may not still be standing. Plus a ride out to Starve Rock State Park, a special place that always called my name, and hopefully hasn’t changed too much. Several reunion events are planned: Thursday Ladies luncheon, Friday night bowling, and Saturday night the big shindig. Plus our alma mater celebrates Homecoming the same weekend and we are invited to attend those festivities. Then Sunday I’m headed back to Chicago for the night and staying at the Marriott O’Hare for free due to my reward points. And way too early Monday flying back to Vegas.
(Cropped from 1971 polaroid)
What to wear? Sure wish I still had, and fit into, these hot pants and boots.
Have you attended a class reunion?
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