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Reunion

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I don’t do them. Never have. Here I am. Front and center. We are at the 50th reunion of the class I would have graduated had my family stayed in the community. Instead I am an honorary member embraced by all the folks who knew me way back when. Notice there is no mention of the time or year? Look at all the folks who got old and grey? Ha! To be honest there were a lot of people who came and shook my hand. I would not have recognized a single one. How’d they know me? …by the nametag on my shirt, of course.

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Golden Horseshoe

Back in the eighth grade (mine) I won the Golden Horseshoe, a prize for West Virginia state history. It’s a multiple choice exam of WV trivia and such. I remember one question on Claire Bee, a WV author. Well, there were four of us to win from each county. That would be about 250+. The black and white photo – I am there front and center next to the education secretary. Don’t ask. I had an Argus C3 brick in hand (camera). This was my first foray into photography. It was an utter dismal failure. Meanwhile the four winners from my county – me, Bill, John, and Marty – all went about our separate lives to be rejoined on this one occasion of our 50th high school reunion.


Photobomb

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I have never heard the term – photobomb. Oh well, you learn new things every day. Thanks Emma. All I know is that these days say “bomb” and the CIA is listening in on your phone.


Disco jump

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I have been asking groups all summer to jump. In DE it is not a native custom. So, I taught the group the secret. You raise your hands. You bend your knees. It looks like you are a star. It works. My own kids taught me. I did not discover the trick by myself. Well, here was an early try. Disco Saturday night fever?


Lifesaving

I read this book as a kid. I took the course. I was a lifesaver. Um, yup. Reading the book there was a double page with a guy in a lake underwater holding his belly just like this guy. It was an admonition against swimming after eating. The picture scared the shit out of me to this day. I eat. I swim. I swam. I dive. I dove. Nothing happened. Old wives tale? Things you learn or see as a kid stick with you. Like: “Ipledgeofallegiance” was one word when I recited it in grade school. That picture still scares me…


Happy hour

We returned to the scene of our wedding day. The group was headed to a local pizza joint for the specials. The place was crowded. But Nantucket was welcoming. We arrived just before the thunderstorm hit. And we finished as the storm ended. We caught a rainbow and the sunset on the bay. I must admit it was indeed a very happy circumstance.


Memorial Day

Flags are displayed all around. I was struck by the flag on the construction equipment. Was it a political statement or a symbolic salute to the holiday? Things have changed. I feel suspicious of a statement with which I do not agree. Perhaps I am being too sensitive. Or not. It is a symbol and sign of the times we are in.


Old (x) friend

Shutterfly sends me periodic messages with memories (pics) from the past. The last time I contacted Maryanne was around 2015. She declined a get together, telling me her best friend was my former wife and that she chose her over me. No hard feelings. It’s just life. People get divorced. Who gets the friends? Who gets the favorite restaurant? Too bad. Maryanne you did yourself stupid. I am in touch with Lisa. Though I have not spoken with you, your life is the less because of your choice. It matters not to me.


Party

For some reason there were more people with odd costumes or hair at the sheep festival. Party! Party color! When did I become conservative? But, you dress like this and you beg me to look and notice you. Maybe I don’t get out enough these days.

 


Beef

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…as in “complaint.” I have nothing but sympathy for Colleen. There’s no wait in the men’s side of the restrooms. And the women’s line is out the door and up the block… Evidently someone thought of this. There was a bank of portapotties about 100 or so, down the road and out of sight of this place. Nice of you folks to inform people. Meanwhile, you would think the planners would have known to make the women’s side more capacious. But then again, the architect was a man?