I recently got an invite to my 25th high school reunion, and I thought — twenty-five years?
Has it really been that long?
I guess it has.
I’m sure I’d enjoy it, but being as it’s a thousand miles away, I don’t plan to attend. I say that with full awareness that fate has a funny way of intervening in our plans. I didn’t plan to attend our 20th reunion either, but Katrina blew me northward. If I show up at the 25th reunion, it will be a very bad sign.
So I will wish all my classmates well from afar. I hope you have a good time at the reunion, and enjoy this set of 85 photos.