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Newsletter 2018-09-23

Reunited at Last

I had my fifteen-year high school reunion Saturday. Almost nobody knew who I was. I mean, they knew who I was, but not who I am now. To them, I’m still the guy who was voted “most likely to be a priest,” not the guy who wastes his days writing jokes about his wife and four daughters on the internet. My classmates’ predictions were off just a tad on that one. I can’t fault them for it, though. It’s not like I kept better tabs on them than they did on me. I realized as soon as I got to the reunion that I had no idea who had zero kids and who had three or who was single and who was on marriage number two with number three waiting in the wings. It turns out that even in the Age of Facebook, when status updates smack us in the face with exactly what people are up to, none of us cared enough to check. I’m kind of impressed. Go us.

It’s not like we had a lot of people to keep track of. Our graduating class had fifty-six kids. The Catholic school system peaked in the 1960s, whe…