Yes, it has been twenty years since I donned the royal blue cap and gown and called myself a "Terror" for the last time. (Many may have called me a terror since, but it's just not the same.)
Last weekend was the first time I've seen most of my high school class in nearly a quarter century. The 20th reunion of the Appleton West class of 1988 was held last weekend, and despite my less-than-enthusiastic feelings about it, it was really fun.
The years have mellowed most of us. Jobs, marriage, children, divorce, etc. have made us less crazy and more able to be pace our alcohol consumption. The weight of the world has finally done its job.
The weight of the world has also had an affect on our hair. My goodness...that slide show was like a walk through a horror film. How much permed, hair-sprayed Bon Jovi hair could we fit into one class photo? A LOT, let me tell you.
Turns out, the people who were my favorite then are still my favorite. Here they are:
Melissa and Me
Andrea, Melissa and me and a few of the guys we've picked up since 1988.
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