Well, I got it in the mail today! The invitation to my 45th class reunion. That's right, dear readers, the hermit graduated high school in 1963 and it was a long, long time ago! I found this old picture of myself taken just before graduation and I can't even believe it myself.
I hadn't even thought about growing a beard back then, and can't imagine being without one now! Man...how innocent and naive I was back then. The world seemed so simple and life was good. The future looked so promising and we all thought we would live forever!
Fast forward to 2008. It's 45 years later, some of the innocence is lost, and we found out that the world isn't so simple. We also found out the hard way that we were not going to live forever...not even close.
Out of all the people that I graduated with...about 110 or so, the reunion committee could only not locate 5 of us. That's pretty good after all these years, I believe. I think that one of the ladies that sent out the letter and the invitations said it best. She said " We have lost 5 students and 40 have passed away-totaling 45- the same number as the reunion we are celebrating."
This is "The Class of 63 Reunion" and most of us are 63! It's the "45th Reunion" and most of us were born in 45!
You know what, my friends? All of the sudden, I feel the need for some good strong coffee. And I think I'll take a shot of whisky in mine...want to join me?