We got back from reunions this afternoon, flying through a lot of rain and the edge of a thunderstorm. Not an easy trip back. But we're back.
Pictures are here (first part)
http://tinyurl.com/3coaa7Characters, more or less in order -- Wayne Glass, my roommate for a couple of years at Princeton. I think he now runs the Defense Department, but he says he is retired and teaches a few young minds at USC. Then Cynthia, my fiance. Then Carolyn, her daughter. Carolyn is following in her mom's footsteps in a way, starting at zero and working her way up in the design world. Her mom does buildings. Carolyn does people. And herself.
Then there is a picture of my old club, where I had three meals a day for two years.
The following day, there was a class photo. This was our 40th.
But the main event of the weekend is the reunion parade, which is called, uh...., the P-rade.
It is one of the most moving events I've ever witnessed. The class of 1982, who had their 25th, lead the P-rade. But then the oldest classes follow, and progressively younger classes follow.
The oldest classes graduated in the 1920's and 30's. Some are now over 100. Most of the oldest ride in golf carts, then there must be a contest for the first soul who can walk on his own. I watched this man yesterday -- he started with a couple of younger family members supporting him, but when he rounded the corner and saw the crowd, he bolted away from them, walking on his own.
As the class of 1967, we watched a lot of older classes passing first. Then we stepped in.