"Is not life short enough? Should we not join hands with those who go our way?" -- Goethe
THERE ARE MANY FINE WAYS to spend a weekend. I might recommend a forty year high school class reunion, and a memorial service for a good freind who died recently, suddenly. Call it an emotional whirlwind tour, in order to see, as quickly as possible, all that is important in life.
A beautiful blonde came walkig up to me, and asked "do you know who i am?" The most terrifying question of all, but, unavoidable, under the circumstances. I did, and I didn't, and as i way trying to convey this confuisng message, she was absorbing me in a hug, in which i gladly participated .
When she told me who she is, i had one of those "oh my god YES! eureka moments, convinced that i woulda figured it out soon on my own. she never gave me the chance. it had been forty years since i had seen her. She was beautiful then, and beautiful now.
"I didn't think I would ever see you again", i cood to her while holding her hand. "I was shy back then", she said, "but I'm not shy anymore." Oh, my heavens.
A good reunion is, like good history, one damned thing after another.
I heard a voice from behind me "gentlemen, are you ball players!" That line belonged to me, back in the summer of seventy three, when i tried and failed miserably to make dignified, courteous contact with a pair of presumed big leaguers.
I turned around, and a friend i had not seen in forty years is standing there, now a grey haird semi retired doctor, back then one of my high school wild haired running mates.
It all made me wonder what would have happened had i awakened on may 25, 1973, and been able to log on to facebook, and keep constant contact with my entire high school class for forty years. For one thing, last night never would have happened.
the funeral for a friend part of the weekend i could do without, but it certainly does reinforce that true cliche about any given moment.
its all true, and its all good
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