I met with my high-school buddies for lunch today. We started doing this about once every three months a couple of years ago. I am not a loud-party kind of guy and I find this venue to be infinitely preferable to the standard-issue high school reunions.
As one of my friends observed "There used to be four weddings for every funeral and that is where we would see each other. Now the ratio flip-flopped and it isn't as much fun even though the line at the bar is much shorter."
One of the notable events that happened since the last lunch is that one of the cheerleaders (the first one) from our class of 1977 passed away.
J.B. attended her "Celebration of Life" ceremony. He said 14 members of our high school class showed up including the majority of the Cheer Team.
J.B. shared that he had a fond memories of this particular cheer-leader. He would go to dances and even though he was nowhere near her social strata and he had two left feet, she never refused him a single slow-dance. Never.
In fact, he clearly recalled her thanking HIM for asking her to dance.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is called "Class".
FIRST CLASS
ReplyDeleteRare and admirable
ReplyDeleteAbout 45, or thereabout , years ago about a dozen of us business guys and local politicians started getting together for lunch on Fridays. It was a great time and we have kept doing it. Day before yesterday we did so and there were 4 of us there. One guy joined us about 2 years ago. I am the only one from the original group. It;s hard to consider what we were and what things have become.--ken
ReplyDeleteIn my middle two years of high school there was a very lovely girl in my home room that wore different perfumes on a rotating basis. She was several steps above me socially. When I mentioned one morning that I liked today's scent better than the day before, she told me the name of it and thanked me for the compliment. After that day every morning she would lean in, pull her hair back, and present her neck to my nose. She taught me the names of what she wore.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sheryl, you gave an awkward teenage boy an example of a gracious young woman.
I’m now nearly 30, recently divorced, and hear a lot about women being a real pain in the backside to deal with. I was blessed to know some similarly classy girls when I was in high school not so long ago and love stories like our host’s and Lowell’s. Young men don’t know how to deal with pretty young ladies, and often the best lessons, and the best confidence-boosters for quality young men who just don’t know the terrain yet, come from gracious girls who are kind to them.
ReplyDeleteI'm thousands of miles away from high schools i attended - I have to be content with Statler Brothers song "The class of '57 Had Its Dreams" - I was class of '58.
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