with someone I haven’t spoken to in years, over thirty years to be exact.

My high school was very small and my classmates not numerous, I knew them all and knew them well. I guess there has to be a misfit in any crowd, and I was the misfit there.

I suppose in retrospect they’ve all landed on their feet in one way or another. I’m not sure what would make them think I’d fit in anymore now than I did then, he made overtures about getting together but that’s not likely.

So hearing from one of my classmates who sounds very much as though he’s spent the last thirty years attached to a bong, well, it wasn’t any kind of great shakes.