When younger, these notices bring up a different set of emotions. Yesterday, a post card arrived in the mail announcing my 40th (!!) high school reunion.
Four decades, last century, last millennium. Before landing on the moon; before personal computers, cell phones, PDAs, or the internet; before Japanese cars were preferred over Ford or GM; before California toll roads or car pool lanes; before housing replaced orange groves; before cassette players let alone CDs or DVDs; before high rise condos off of Jamboree; before college, wife or daughter.
I used to count years after college as a small percentage of my life without being in school, now they're counted in decades after. Carolyn was nice enough to say that if I chose to go, I'd probably be one of a few who had no (or little) grey hair, however, there is that thinning issue. I wonder how many of my schoolmates are Great-grandparents!
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