I went to a small school in a small town. My graduating class was 29. I didn't like school much, some of the most miserable years of my life, but the class was a good bunch of kids. I've seen a number of them off and on over the years. Most of them have done pretty well. Most of them were noticeably better off than I in school, better home lives. We had out 50th reunion 6 years ago. I enjoyed going. Kind of like the fantasy reunion for me; had at least two people tell me I looked better than I did in high school and that was true. Had my absolutely gorgeous wife on my arm who was just a baby when we graduated. (One of my classmates was her favorite HS teacher in the '80's.) Everybody up there knows us, knows how accomplished she is and that I've got the world right by the ass. Always wanted to go to my 50th HS reunion like that, probably something to do with overcoming my inferiority complex. Can't wait for the 60th.
