To the best of my recollection, this same Herbie had been a big, obnoxious kid who always wore a ratty flannel shirt and dirty jeans hitched at half-mast. His gray hair was long and wavy and he comported himself with quiet dignity. Herbie was wearing an expensive navy-blue suit and a conservative tie. Next I bumped into an old pal whose memory was even worse than mine. Finally I asked her if she remembered the time the two of us emptied a package of cherry Jell-O into Miss Edminister's goldfish bowl. When it was my turn to remind Dorothy about something, my mind was blank. Susie reminded me that she and I had published a newspaper in Miss Gross' class. Junior reminded me that he and I had played on the baseball team. I could hardly remember a thing.Īt one point I was reunited with three grade school chums. Oh the memories! How they all came rushing back! That was the expectation. Many of those grainy little images looked hauntingly familiar. Then I noticed that most of the ancients milling about wore 'Class of '56' name tags bearing pictures of themselves from our senior yearbook. It was Geezer City in there-wall-to-wall gray beards and white heads. The venue was supposed to be a country club on the outskirts of town, but as soon as I walked in I knew something was wrong. I had never been to a class reunion, so I was completely in the dark about what to expect.

Recently I attended the 40th reunion of my high school class.

Another word for previous classmates