Barely a week now until
the thirtieth class reunion.
I've never attended one;
my life was always a wreck
in previous decades and I
couldn't bear to put my problems
or my body on display for
their delectation. After all,
high school had often been a time
of rather intense harassment.
As I anticipate this event, I
am contemplating my former
classmates and wondering about
the changes I will see. After all,
I have changed incredibly!
I'm betting that while bodies and
hair colors will vary, some personalities
will be exactly the same, especially as
I observe a bunch of them, on Facebook,
plotting the first night's gathering at a bar.
I don't drink anymore!