It was the best of times….and it really was. No one under 50, no stuffy people, no ugly music, no worries. We were all the same age (mature), we wore comfortable shoes, we ate well (wild abandon for some) and the music was from the fifties—sixties. What more could a sensible person want at their 50th class reunion? Some people traveled long distances—like from Belgium and Sacramento!! Some helped with music and decorations. Others helped to herd the flock over to Peachwood for a rock and roll good time. Everyone had a story to tell and the giggles continued for six happy hours.
Here’s to the class of ‘62’, may they thrive and show up at the next reunion!