That's
a pretty disgusting image. Made with a Hi-8
video camera as I rolled past the front of the school on the date indicated, on
the way to Redondo Beach, where the class of '54 was having its 40th
reunion. To see scenes from that party, click
here. Click
the picture or this text to see a larger version.
What I learned
at that function was that people (at least the people I met, knew, met again,
and remembered) don't change all that much. Within just a few minutes pretty much
the same people were in pretty much the same groups, preoccupied with pretty much
the same kinds of things, and hashing them out pretty much the same ways I remember
from way back there.
The Truth? I was pleased. Just about everything
in the world has changed, little of it for the better, and here were all these
neat folks being neat again, or still, just as I had hoped. Yay. I loved it. Heart
all full, eyes running over, I loved it, and voted for a 50th reunion.
I can't wait.