On July 21st, I'm attending my 30-year high school reunion. Lots of old stuff to make me feel less old, or conversely, even older. Gonna be a grand old time. Six years ago, I wrote a bucket list for my 25-year reunion. Six months later, I wrote a second post about how I failed that… Continue reading Things I Didn’t Do Before My 30-Year High School Reunion
As I drove through my neighborhood this morning, I noticed the trees that line the streets. When did these trees get so big? I thought to myself. A large portion of my time is spent looking ahead — at the road while driving, at the soccer field where my youngest plays, or through the camera… Continue reading When Did The Trees Get So Big?
A few weeks ago, I began writing an amazing post about growing up in the 70's full of anecdotes, trivia and just FUN ...but I lost all of it. After consulting my friend Rosemary with back and forth exchanges full of WHAT THE HELL DID I DO'S?? and whimsical giphy's (because giphy's are whimsical!), it was… Continue reading Ahh, The 70s (And 80s)
While I was cleaning my basement a few weeks ago, I made a discovery. My high school diary. If you ever want to see how much you’ve evolved, try reading anything you wrote before the age of 17. Fair warning: it can be a wild ride for your self-esteem. I should mention I’ve been feeling… Continue reading Dear Diary, Why Was I So Pathetic?
During Christmas break in 1987, our small-town Ohio high school band had the incredible opportunity to travel to Orlando, Florida, to compete in the Citrus Bowl Parade and Marching Band Competition. It felt huge for us at the time—one of those once-in-high-school experiences that made everything else fade into the background. Of course, getting there… Continue reading Citrus Bowl Trip – Lexington Band of Gold 1987
I know you’re looking off to the side because the guy at Photorama told you to. Look over there, wistfully. You probably didn’t even know what wistful meant back then. I’m writing to you because I’ve been helping plan our 30-year reunion with a group of friends. We’ve been going through old yearbooks, tracking people… Continue reading Dear 17-Year-Old-Self
