Denver;
I know some of your feelings, but not all. I finished high school in a small oil field/cotton field town in west Texas. We were near the bottom economically, but my friends are my friends. One is the town lawyer/mayor, and the other recently moved back to take over the FNBank from his Dad. There were a group of nine of us guys that stayed very, very close. Three are now gone (one in Vietnam) and a few weeks ago another lost his wife to a robbery/kidnap/murder. But we're still close even though we're scattered across three states. I get round robin emails from someone from my HS class nearly every day, and yet live 250 miles from there.
The 10th reunion was everyone bragging, but the later ones were not. I'm looking forward to the 40th pretty soon. We are going to start having reunions every five years, because so many are gone. I look forward to seeing my friends, even at funerals. They are the friends of my youth.
We also have four boys, the oldest is 30, and no grandchildren.
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