The Fifty Second

My friend, Brian R, and I drove to Seattle Saturday to celebrate with members of our graduating class from Seattle Prep (those whom I definitely consider some of the best and brightest young men (Seattle Preparatory graduates, Class of '57, when Prep was an all boys' school) I was ever so very fortunate with whom I had a chance to spend some of the most important years of my life. We quietly remembered the members of our class who had died, told some old, old stories, laughed and teased and ate and drank and had a good time.
I had a chance to talk to some of my friends' wives (graduates of Holy Names and Forest Ridge...still girls' high schools), and hear the stories about the rolled up skirts and the nuns who checked out the necklines of their formals before the big dances and the movie theaters where one could sit in the back and do some smoking and have a little fun. I enjoyed myself, learned a lot, and enjoyed sharing and feeling the love. I am already smiling thinking about our fifty third gathering.