Saturday, October 23, 2010

Let's Have A Reunion!

Not for me, thanks; I hated my high school with a disgust that measures a thousand on a scale of 1-100. I know; it’s been fifty years and get over it. Not very likely.

But on my radio program I read announcements of reunions from about 1970 backwards to the last survivor. A very few offer rides for classmates who can’t get there by themselves; they tend to be in the late 1930’s. Some from the ‘40s, more from the ‘50s, many from the ‘60s.

“You haven’t changed a bit!”
“I looked this bad when I was a teenager?”

“Remember the time when…”
“No, I don’t and neither do you.”

“That Jill Martin sure was uggers.”
“She matured, got beautiful and I married her.”

“Sister Mary Joseph was a hottie.”
“She was only 18; left the convent and posed for Playboy.”

“Seen Fr. Jack lately?”
“Married Sister Mary, runs ‘Girls Gone Wild.’”


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Only good for digging up bones, and most of these bones we would prefer that they remain where they are.

Exit 318

November 08, 2010 5:42 AM  

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