Another class reunion has come and gone. This was our 30-year reunion and about 40 percent of the class showed up. A few people who were not in our class also showed up, making it even better.
Of course, a lot of us believe our class was the best to have ever walked the halls of Tuscola High School. I think every class should feel that way. I feel sorry for any class that doesn’t.
It was a great reunion, but all of our reunions have been great because they’re populated by great people. Great friends that stretch across social and economic chasms. That’s one of the things that make our class great – it doesn’t matter how much money you make or how long your hair is or how much hair you’ve lost; we are all brothers and sisters.
There were some fun stories I could relate, but we have Vegas rules at our reunions – what happens there, stays there. Not every story is appropriate for a wholesome family newspaper such as this.
I was especially happy to see how many people traveled great distances to be there. It tells me that reunions are just as important to them as they are to me.
I know a lot of people who have never been to their reunions. Maybe they went to a large school where they didn’t know everybody. Maybe they didn’t like most of their classmates. My class had only about 100 people in it and many of us were together since grade school. But even those who spent only a year or two with us feel that familial bond.
There are those who still carry scars from their childhood, but time is a great healer. I think reunions have a healing quality, too.
It’s always good to see a plan come together. I laughed more than I have in a long time, drank more than I should and reconnected with people I hadn’t seen in years. As far as I know, nobody got arrested or shamed their family name. When everyone is just shy of 50, “party hard” doesn’t mean the same thing it did a few decades ago.
For me, the class reunion is a rock, a home base. People come and go in our lives, but our high school pals don’t change. There is a consistency there that feels safe. I have no doubt that if I was down, somebody in that room would reach out and pull me up.
I don’t know if we were the greatest class, but I can’t imagine a greater one. I wish we could have another reunion tomorrow.
I’m sorry that I don’t have any funny vignettes to share. For some things, you just have to be there.
David Porter who can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.