Looking through some of the posts we have had on here recently got me to thinking… Facebook is great—it allows you to reconnect to your past—not just high school. (I went to THREE high schools in 2 countries and 3 cities—where different languages were spoken). However, even though I was kind of nerdy and not part of the ‘in’ crowd in any on them, I have gone to all the reunions I have been able—mind you these are mostly school reunions, where several classes join—I have one in 3 weeks for students of the American School in Guayaquil, Ecuador, where I went for my junior year. I remember very few people, but am looking forward to reuniting people who share my past in some way or another.
That brings me to the point of this post… Isn’t the 50+ forum sort of like Facebook? We all commute here daily (or weekly)—the same faces pop up, we share our experiences, we share our glory, we share our pain—and we are all friends—even though most of us will never meet in person. DnvrFox is getting a ride together this summer—isn’t that like a reunion? We do the pie rides—and we brag about which pie is best (there is something about old-fashioned apple pie…)—maybe it’s the scoop of vanilla ice cream on top
The post of losing classmates—I guess it’s a fact of life—none of us are going to get out of here alive… nevertheless, reconnecting with our pasts may bring up forgotten memories—things that went well—also, you would be surprised how people change. Or maybe the ones changing are ourselves—we are more tolerant—we appreciate the simple stuff more. We ride… I graduated from a class of 33… Two have passed on, and when we had our 30th reunion (a year late…) 17 of us showed up. It was wonderful—just getting back in touch—seeing what people had done, seeing where they came from—
I understand some people saying high school was best forgotten-- reconsider—next time someone calls you for a reunion, go—you will be pleasantly surprised.
Unfortunately I won’t be able to make our ‘reunion’ ride this summer—but I think of you all—and hope that some day our paths will cross—(I’m the one on the yellow KHS fixed-gear bike)