Reunion Time

I’m en route to New York to visit family and attend my Cornell Reunion. To my mind, Reunion is the most fun you can have fully clothed and without illegal substances. I see plenty of friends I knew back in the day; in addition I meet new people I never ran across and who become friends. Visiting the campus is always an interesting experience. Sometimes I even see people I knew from grad school. (Most people from my undergrad days are either long retired or dead.)

Another reunion will occur, this time with high school friends. I’d emailed one of my classmates to tell her that I’d be in town. She got hold of two other friends, and a flurry of texts began. Julian brought my phone up from the office while I was making dinner and said, “Your phone is making noise. You may want to see what’s going on.” The texts continued through dinner, complete with snarky remarks about one classmate’s husband being outnumbered by women (three daughters). Julian’s comment: “How many texts does it take for four women to make a dinner date?”