Last night some one thousand of us attended the Class of ’65 50th High School Reunion at the Phillips Center (old Briarcrest Country Club) in Bryan, Texas. Lydia and/or Dianna will provide actual count later as usual. What a time it was! I’m still reeling from the activities.
Wasn’t that picture taking just the best you have ever
been tortured to endure? Were we ever that hard to control in the past? I bet
that photographer was ready to pull his hair out. Wait! He didn’t have any
hair. Maybe he has met us before, possibly individually. The Veterans pix was
almost as bad, but fortunately most of us were fairly well behaved.
SFA High School Class of 1965
Class of 1965 Vets
I asked several people in attendance if they thought
there was a stronger representation of the Bryanites in attendance than usual last
night and got varying degrees of mumbles and answer dodging. The only one to
answer truthfully sounding was Vernon Young: “I dunn know!”
I was tickled to get more hugs than any other attendee
from the beautiful women in attendance—by
my count at least.
As an aside; it was great to connect personally with many
of my Facebook friends that I have almost daily contact with—catching up on their lives and
the lives of their offspring.
How
about that chow? For a meat and taters guy, I was OK with the pork (and
slightly OK with the chicken); but where were the taters? I do rice frequently,
but still gotta have my taters.
The
other area of astoundment I came across was the vast number of first time
attenders: how about Earnest Lee? He told me he’s a “contract analyst” for
Pearson. I would have never (and I told him so) have put Earnest Lee and
analyst in the same sentence no matter how I might have been challenged. I also
ask him when did he stop giggling and become serious. Ernie responded: “About
half way through his first day in the Air Force.”
Fantastic to see and spend time with my old buddies:
Edward Herrera (my Fish Old Lady at A&M), Joe Santana (my Best Man at my
wedding) and Don Taylor (who I spent many-a-hour on the back seat of his motor
scooter).
I tell you that these events do not last long enough,
especially when there are that many people in attendance and especially how
important we are to one another. I could have spent the entire weekend talking
and catching up and still have four or five hundred people not contacted yet—we just have to spread
ourselves way to thin at these events. I got Dianna’s spreadsheet out this
morning and determined that I made contact with 75 of my classmates. That’s far
too few!
I was even getting Facebook Messages from some of those
not in attendance (you know who you are Pam Perry) to take lots of pix and take
good notes so I could share them today. Well Pam, I was far too engaged to
spend time taking pix. Patsy did manage to get the two I attached of Edward and
me.
Edward Herrera
Edward Herrera and John Howard Hatfield
I would also like to address the alternate universes or
dimensions some of seem to be traveling in. Just how did some of you guys get
so OLD? There must be a dimension that periodically coincides with the one I
exist in where you guys come back into focus with the rest of us. Your dimension
seems to “age” people at a much faster rate than mine. What’s up with that? I
can’t believe we are rolling along at the same rate; you look so OLD!
Didn’t Dianna and her committee do a fantastic job?
Sadly the evening had to come to a close. But just a
little effort gets you right back here on the last Wednesday of the month to
dinner with the “Catholic Girls” and a few crusty OLD Men; just make sure
Dianna has you on the email notification group and we’ll see you then.
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