8th
Yesterday I gained possession of something I hadn’t seen in decades: the montage of my high school graduating class: Buchanan High’s Class of 1970. Yikes! That’s forty years ago! There were 133 people in my graduating class and back then in our senior pictures, all the guys had on a tuxedo jacket and bow tie and all the girls had a black V-necked drape. My hair is long and I remember my mom made me put some curl into it for the pictures. I had not yet gotten the cool wire-rimmed glasses that I wore most of my senior year so I have on square black frames that wouldn’t look all that out of place today. Only one girl has hair about as long as mine, most have a bouffant ‘do leftover from the 60’s. I wonder what happened to all those teenagers? About half the names seem familiar and I remember maybe twenty of them and maintained communication with only two intermittently. And one of those is a cousin of mine. Sad but true. In today’s wired world, I wonder how much better recent graduates will fare in forty years.
