The first advisory appeared in my email box a few weeks ago.
No, it wasn’t something from the IRS — that agency sends letters — or someone making a plea for money in a far-off land. Nope, it was something I anticipated: notification of my high school’s class reunion.
I haven’t attended any of these events.
I usually have been busy, cash-strapped or lived outside the area when they were held.
That will probably hold true this time around.
One year, my class held the event at the Crown Royal Club at the Rangers ballpark in Arlington, and the company doing the reunion distributed promotion materials that said if people don’t go, “others will talk behind your back.” The marketing card also said a reunion is a “target rich environment for multi-level marketing.”
So, people attend a class reunion to not just to see old friends but to scare up business? Sounds kinda tacky.
Boy, high school was a long time ago — 30 years, in fact.
Someone told me class reunions are just for the “popular people.”
I participated in a few activities and have some good memories, but wouldn’t want to be in school these days.
Count me in the 99 percent if the “popular” crowd is the 1 percent.
I didn’t go to parties or drink, smoke or toke. Totally missed that whole scene. I didn’t wear the “right clothes” or drive the “right car” or have the “right” whatever.
My car? My senior year ride was a green 1970 Pontiac Tempest. Richard Rawlings from television’s “Fast N’ Loud” probably would have given me $100 for it at the time. Yeah, right — “get you some of that!” I crashed my first car: a white 1976 Buick Skyhawk. (You wouldn’t want any of that.)
I made decent grades in high school but wasn’t musically inclined or particularly athletic. During my senior year, I served as a manager on the baseball team. I was active in the newspaper staff my senior year and was on the German Club for a couple of years.
I’m grateful for the teachers at Arlington Sam Houston who made a difference in my life: journalism teacher Lina Davis, baseball coach Tommy Cantrell, German teacher Janie Brown, history teacher Robert Connor and economics teacher Vaudrene Hunt, among others.
I’ve kept in contact with a few classmates from school over the years, but it has been difficult to stay in touch when your career takes you to different areas of the state, outside the area where you grew up.
In late 2014, I attended the memorial service of a classmate I met in elementary school, way back in the late 1970s. I had not seen him in years but we had become Facebook friends.
Lots of people might tell you these reunions are for the people who embrace them in the first place. Nowadays, though, you can always catch up with people on Facebook and can skip the reunion altogether.
But in looking at a reunion from one vantage point, we can see how these events serve a beneficial function in bringing together people who had similar experiences and lived in the same community.
Anything that pulls people together can’t be all bad, unless people are engaging in “multi-level marketing.”
Here’s another thing I’m sure of, no matter what a person’s lot in life: A life well-lived should be what everyone aspires to, no matter what they accomplished in school.
DON MUNSCH is the editor of the Copperas Cove Herald. Contact him at email@example.com or 254-501-7567.