I've been to two class reunions in the past two weekends -- one for my high school, the other for my jr high (we moved). While there are a number of reasons for classmates not to attend -- money, distance, job, etc -- the classmates who DO attend are the optimists, the Undefeated, the really glad to see ya kind of people. We're 58 years old now, so we're proud/worried/befuddled by our young adult "kids", juggling the needs of the dwindling number of living parents, some divorced, some re-married, some still married to our high school sweethearts, some still working, but many retired. As I've joked, by now we've forgotten who we didn't like in high school. And it doesn't seem to matter if you didn't know someone that well "way back when" -- the common class bond washes away the need for pretense or formality. Everyone is ready to have a good time (and we did) and by now everyone is old enough to have a good story to tell. The "In Memoriam" poster board has more names than last time, and reminds everyone not to take Life for granted, and so we all get together. While I saw many of my high school classmates 5 years ago, I hadn't seen most of my jr high classmates since the last day of 8th grade, the day Bobby Kennedy was shot. Yeah, the years fly by. So here's a toast to all my classmates, and to hoping next time I'll have time to see all those pictures of your grandkids!