(I wasn't sure if this went under education or humor.)
It was only fifty years ago that I was wondering, "Now what do I do?"
I worked that summer in a chemistry lab and realized that was something I didn't want to do. Mostly the indoors part.
I started the following October on a survey crew (whatever that was).
That means fifty years of surveying coming up!
Anybody have any good reunion stories? Especially embarassing ones.
I may have some soon.
Went to my 40th. a few years ago. It was first one I had ever attended.
It was good to see everybody else was as old as I was. I found out I don't like sitting in a room full of people my age.
I counted the people that it was really good to see on one hand.
The sobering moments were spend in front of the 5'x16' memorial wall with pics of all our alum that didn't make it this far. I had no idea there were so many.
edit:
One humorous story.
I sat a table with a lady and her husband that had been one my buddy's girlfriend in h.s. My buddy used to visit her house every afternoon for 'adult consortium' and split before her mom got home.
He would then drop by the malt shop and keep us all informed of the details of his latest escapade. When his girlfriend found out that he was so informative, she, of course, broke it off with him.
At the reunion we introduced ourselves to each other. She asked, "Where do I remember you from?"
"I was one of Wes's friends from the malt shop.."
She was far more uncomfortable about the situation than I was. Being a gentleman I never brought the subject up, of course. But it was funny to see the look on her face.
I went to my 40th last year. It was amazing how many I now can abide with, when before it was almost none. Of course there is one that is seriously headed to can't stand land.
BTW my class has had some sort of meeting every 5 years, so I have seen some of them several times over the years, with a few of them even more often. One of my classmates is the sister of one of my brothers-in-law and his brother is married to one of my second cousins. Small town stuff.
You bunch of old farts. My 30th year is next year....:-D
