It's soooo good to be home. Not that I went very far away, 'cause I only went to Atlanta, six hours away from here (Daytona Beach).
I went to my high school reunion. I won't begin to shock you with how long ago that was, but it was a long long time ago.
It's strange as you watch yourself grow older, but even more strange when you get together with people you haven't seen in several decades, and observe how they've changed. I was surprised at how many people I could no longer recognize. A look at their name tag was absolutely necessary to gain their identity. But besides all that, the reunion was a hoot. I came away quite proud of myself, for reasons I'm not quite sure of; perhaps for the fact that I didn't make a fool of myself, something I did on a regular basis while in high school. Of course, I don't drink anymore either.