I felt cheated. Six hours, and it was over. I told my friend Benny that it would have been great to spend a whole weekend at a resort, so that everyone could have a real chance to get to know each other again. He commented that after the reminiscing, we might find little to talk about. I genuinely feel that if I met him for the first time at work or wherever, we would wind up being friends.
Class reunions are interesting events.
As I watched everyone enjoy each other's company, I got a little choked up a few times just thinking how lucky we were to have this chance to celebrate together. Once during the evening, I was just glancing around the room and suddenly came to the realization that I genuinely love every classmate in some special way. And so around midnight, I was already saying goodbye to people I had waited ten or even twenty years to see. As I drove back to the Super 8 just down the road from my old high school, now the middle school, I told my wife that, this time, I was going to keep in touch. So far, I have written and mailed letters to three classmates, and I am proud of myself for doing so.