I know.  I keep asking this question.  But shit keeps sneaking up on me and reminding me just how fucking old this fat OLD lady is!

My FB messages are suddenly full of old (and I do mean old) classmates who are planning for 2022 – and our 50 year class reunion.

Holy fuck.

50 years.

Amazingly, our class (which wasn’t that big to begin with – John Glenn High School is not a huge honking school) has survived fairly well.  We have a few who have shuffled off their mortal coil (what part of me constitutes my mortal coil – just so I know to keep an eye on it and not shuffle it off anytime soon); but not that many.

I know many people hate the idea of their high school class reunion.

I get it.  High school can be a bitch.

My high school experience was interesting and, while not always pleasant, wasn’t that bad – and actually, I really like most of the people I went to high school with.

Of course, the logical explanation is that I’ve simply blocked out any memories of the classmates I didn’t like.

Besides, the years have trampled on us all – more or less equally – and that trampling tends to level the playing field (so’s to speak).

And, you get to our age, and you really stop giving a fuck about all that stuff that seemed so important in high school.

So I’m in.

Assuming my mortal coil is still in place by 2022.