Thursday, August 28, 2014
My birthday, Pam’s reunion
It’s reminiscing time for both Pam and I.
Today (Monday, Aug. 25, when I’m writing) is my birthday. I’m 53. And over the weekend, I accompanied Pam to a portion of her high school reunion for the Class of 1984 (30 years) from Washington School in Greenville.
Someone told me Monday I didn’t look that old. Then others even guessed a couple of years older. A lot sent text messages or others via Facebook, saying “Happy Birthday.” I also received some phone calls from family.
I’m really not sure just how you’re supposed to feel when you’re 53, but I’m feeling as well as ever. Sure, I could stand to exercise more and lose some pounds. Maybe that will be a goal before I turn 54. But on a recent visit, my doctor said, “You’re in good health.” Those words were music to my ears.
One thing I think about more and more as I near my mid-50s is retirement.
My sister, Vickie, recently retired, and my other sister, Gayla, will do so in the next few months.
Listening to them makes me do a little more thinking and planning when it comes to those later years.
On the other hand, I love my job, and it’s hard to imagine not working. But, surely, I could find something to keep me busy when I’m 65 – like visit more Major League ball parks or go to the beach and eat oysters on the half shell.
One thing is sure – when you reach a certain age, maybe it’s 40, time starts flying by. But in all actuality, it seems like yesterday when I was graduating from high school (1979, 35 years ago), getting my college degree, going to work full-time, getting married and so on and so forth. Life is indeed a blur.
As for Pam’s class reunion, it was actually held in Memphis, Tenn. (sort of a central location for her classmates). Emma went with her to the Friday night activities, while I was on the sideline for the kickoff of high school football.
It was an event she had looked forward to for many weeks. It was the first time she had seen some of her classmates since her high school days.
I knew she and Emma were having a good time Friday when I went to sleep about 11:30 p.m. and they had not made it home yet.
Then Saturday night, we had a social hour in Midtown and then went to downtown Memphis for dinner at The Majestic Grille.
It was nice meeting some of Pam’s friends, but even more so, it was great seeing them laugh, hear them tell stories and enjoy more precious times together.
The fellowship and the food were excellent. Pam had mahi mahi; I had red snapper. Both were delicious.
After dinner, we walked to The Peabody for more socializing. And as a testament to the good times, Pam and I didn’t get home until a little after 1 a.m. Sunday.
The visit with Pam’s classmates also made me think about good friends and activities from my high school days at Hamilton, Ala.
I hear students today trying to rush up their high school graduations.
“I can’t wait until I graduate,” they will say.
And I said it, too.
But, back then I didn’t realize how much those days would mean to me. They helped mold me – and not just the teachers and classes but the friends I hung out with, too. Those were some of the best of times.
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