We are having a 50th class reunion at my old alma mater. I got a notice this week that the class of ‘62 will meet at a designated location in the little town where I went to school. Truth is, I never graduated from high school. I left when I was a Junior because I was hungry. I went to work. I did get a GED in the Army and two college degrees later. But, my old class still invites me back for reunions.
The last one I went to was the 45th. There were a bunch of old people there. And, in the past five years I have seen a few of them and they haven’t gotten any younger.
And, to make matters worse, my eyes must be getting worse. My financial controller and I were dining out one night when she started talking to a woman at a nearby table. When she finished, I asked, "Who is that?’ She told me, and I replied, "No it’s not. The person you say it is, was in my class in school and that is not her."
I haven’t decided yet if I will attend. It sure seems like a good idea not to go, because those old people are now five years older. Maybe that’s why everyone gets a name badge.
I’m not sure if the name badge is to let others know who you are, or so you won’t forget who you are.
PMO
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