While the rest of you were celebrating what is being termed “The Soggy Fourth” in the Midwest, I took some time out to travel north to the little town of Memphis in Scotland County up by the Iowa border. This is farming country …
The occasion was the 50th anniversary of our high school graduation and I was there to reconnect and catch up with some very dear and “somewhat” old friends.
Some folks not as far along on the road might not appreciate how quickly 50 years can flow by, even with all the twists and turns of life. I was a very callow young fellow in 1966, full of enthusiasm, spirit, and optimism… The times were changing.
We were a small class from a small town, by most people’s standards. Less than 70 graduated and 16 have passed on since we burst forth with excitement after completing what I now know was a pretty good basic education. Over 30 of us were able to join together this weekend to remember, laugh, cry, and catch up.
I thoroughly enjoyed seeing these folks and the evening went by far too quickly. As I drove back to St. Louis through the dark night rain, I had ample time to think about all this and came up with a few thoughts to share. Some of this relates to those with whom I grew up and some of it relates more broadly to my home community.
Be warned – this is a ramble, rather than a polished essay: