Old Friends

On Friday evening, Kman and I attended the homecomimg party for the classes of '69 through '72 at our old high school alma mater. It was great fun, but later, as I looked through the few pictures I took, this tune crept into my mind's ear. Simon and Garfunkel were a part of our youth, defining our generation. Not unusual for my memories to play a familar soundtrack.

A time of innocence, a time of confidences...

Found out three upper classmen had moved to Terlingua and have been there for years. One owns the Bee Mountain Hardware store. We've visited Terlingua 5 or 6 times now, and never once realized how small this ol' world truly is. Seems I'm not the only one to feel the draw of the Texas desert southwest.

It is odd to look across a table at an old friend, and realize the gulf of years that have slipped away.

Where did the years go?

To all my classmates: I was delighted to spend the evening with you all. We seem to always have a good time when we can manage this and I hope we get many more opportunities to meet again. Terrific feeling, reconnecting with good people from your past.