This is the 40th anniversary reunion of the Delphi (Ind.) High School Class of 1963 back in 2003.
That's me (arrow) in the middle of the back row. Do I know where to stand, or what?
My classmates tried to railroad me into coordinating the 45th anniversary reunion and I dimly recall someone being named my co-coordinator. I checked in with Tina Tyner (brown plaid, second from right in the front row) late last summer when it became clear that we were moving to Arkansas and told her I wasn't going to be able to discharge my duties because I would be living 450 miles away. I told her I might not even make it back for the reunion, much less be available for its planning and execution.
I supposed that the reunion had gone on without me, but I got a voicemail just before Labor Day weekend from the woman who I gather has inherited the job asking if I would be able to help. I left a phone-tag-style voicemail for her explaining my situation and have heard nothing more from her. I learned from another classmate that no date has been set and there are no firm plans.
I'm kind of a reunion/nostalgia junkie, having attended every class reunion (held at five-year intervals) since 1968. I even crashed the Class of 1964's reunion 11 years ago because I had a lot of friends in that class who I hadn't seen in decades.
If I didn't already have my plate full with an unsold house, a digital photo course, a long overdue visit to my granddaughter in Las Vegas and a bunch of other things, I might be tempted to offer my assistance from afar. But I don't have that luxury here in Arkansas and I'll just have to stifle that impulse.
Besides, all of those people are so damned old.
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