My wife will be attending a monumental high school reunion in three weeks.
I must admit to being a bit anxious.
This is a picture of her at her tenth reunion.
It’s reported that she over imbibed and was seen leaving at 2:00 a.m. with the accordion player.
When I questioned her later, she said he merely gave her a ride back to the hotel. The fella’s name was Clyde and he subsequently went on to have a career as a singer/songwriter.
I guess my anxiety stems from the fact that Clyde will be in attendance again this year. The good news is that dancing on tables after sixty is both frowned upon and dangerous.
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