I wasn’t going to go.
I never do…so why start now?
We’ve been bred to dread these events. Yet, like so many other things, what’s old is new again. More appropriately in this case, what was out may very well be in again.
What could I possibly be talking about?
My High School Reunion.
The 30 year edition.
Thirty. Fucking. Years.
Sweet Jesus. When did that happen?
Oh, yes. I mentioned it was complicated. Here’s the skinny. When I was a boy – I think the aforementioned timeframe affords an un-ironic pass at using that phrase – we had grade school, middle school and then high school. The breaks, at least in my district, were K-6th grade, 7th-Frosh and then Sophomore to Senior to wrap it up with each jump from one school to the next being fed by several feeder schools. When I finished 6th grade at Jennings Lodge Elementary, me and my classmates were routed to Ogden Junior High for the start of 7th grade along with I don’t know how many 6th grade graduates from other schools.
Well, during the summer between the end of my Freshman year at Ogden and the beginning of my Sophomore year, my family moved from Portland, OR to a little place named Atchison, KS – pretty much known for being the point of origin of this and her. Continue reading “150 Minutes”