My wife had such a good time at her high school reunion, she encouraged me to attend mine. She said some people had changed a lot while others appeared to have retained their youthful vitality.
Reluctantly, I agreed to go.
Some of the fellas were missing their hair and some ladies clearly had injections unrelated to the flu.
The most alarming change was evident immediately when I greeted June…my homecoming date of 1967. She’s been retired for ten years after a rewarding career as a fashion consultant and model.
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