It says it has been 25 years since we graduated from high school. Someone has been keeping track of these things. Life is flying by. Each summer, perhaps a quarter of us are faced with the emotional business of reuniting with people from our past. There are family reunions, high school reunions, college reunions and informal gatherings of old chums from childhood or the neighborhood.
Reunions prompt a backwardlook, initially into a mirror.
We may still be the person we were in high school, but these are definitely not the same hips. We are forced to confront changes that our growing farsightedness has, until now, benevolently allowed us to avoid. Scalp gleaming through our hair. Small pouches puckering at the edges of our mouths. Shiny skin on our forearms that reminds us a bit of Great-Aunt Ella.