Published by phil on 23 Oct 2008
High School Reunion, New York, Boston
Just got back from my 30th. What a night.
It was a catered affar at a Marriot in Huntington LI, NY. My only suit does not fit since I lost a few pounds. I found a tie and jacket, packed my bags, took off for New York.
Everyone looked good. So much so, I got the feeling only those that thought they did showed up. After all, everybody can’t be beautiful, but there they were. It’s amazing how people change over time. What’s probably more amazing is how our perception of others changes. Remember how we looked at others in high school? W ether it be the nerd, jock, or misfit oddball, everyone had an imaginary slot to put you in, sometimes two or more. And, you probably had pretty specific feelings about each. I did. And every click had their own air, there own smell, there own space. You were either in, passing through, or on your way out. Anyway, fast forward 30 years and you may find yourself swirled up in a completely different dynamic. Many things you once thought indisputably true, are false. That classmate you hated links up with you and you end up having a great time. The once unapproachable are reaching out to you. Folks are genuine, and excited just to be there, happy to still be alive.
It was a good time then, and a good time now. Worth the trip for that alone.
We managed to piggyback a few visits with family and friends. We spent a night and a day in Boston with mom. Then a fair afternoon with my buddy Scott, who was happy to drive me to my departing flight from Islip NY (if your flying Southwest, always ask for a medical pre-board pass. No questions asked). I got to surprise Scotti’s boys with a visit to their jobs. You should have seen their faces when I walked up on them. Priceless.
We took a few pictures. Scott has done a great job getting his kitchen completed, and the reunion pics are posted at WestburyHigh.us.
