Who the heck goes to high school reunions?? (and what would you tell your high school self now?)

Bronx High School of Science~ Class of ‘83

I wrote this a few years ago as we prepared for our ‘not quite a milestone #’ high school reunion. As the years have gone by, we rapidly approach the next gathering; this time aptly titled “You Do The Math”. Many people are “meh”, on the idea of getting together and hanging out with people from the past. Today, I learned of the death of one of the guys I had classes with back in the day. We reconnected a few years ago on Facebook, just like many of my generation. I was reintroduced to a nice guy who was vaguely familiar and we shared some laughs and reminisced. It was a comfortable friendship, relaxed and cozy, like the worn pair of jeans and soft cotton t-shirt you put on when you don’t care about impressing anyone. It brought the feeling that embraces you and lets you just be yourself, no make-up and windblown hair. It made me sad to know I wouldn't see him this fall at the reunion. He’s the 2nd person in my class who has died this year. Perhaps I’m at that age, when this becomes the norm and not a rarity….*sigh*. So, it’s time to dust this off and remind myself why I should book my flights and hotel for that particular weekend in NYC this fall.

Here’s my response to the question posed by one of my high school classmates when asked, “Why reunions?”