Yesterday I had lunch with my old friend Kevin Kennedy. We went to high school together in Greenwood, Indiana. I learned from him that our 20 year high school reunion was that very night.

At first I didn’t want to go, because it’s hard to celebrate anything when people are dying in New Orleans. But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like it was meant to be.

So, what the hell, I went. Kevin drove. We arrived quite late and crashed the party at the Valle Vista Country Club. Everyone was very nice, and it was comforting to see my old classmates. Of course when they asked me where I was living these days, they got quite a story.

  1. It’s been so long, I may very well have the wrong Indy burb in mind, but I believe that Greenwood is where my punk rock comrade Quentin Last-name-unknown who kept losing teeth in the pit back in the day was from. Do recall such a fellow?

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