Which Sixties?

My brother Donald is disappointed that my blog isn't about the Sixties: that fabulous decade between the 1950's and the 1970's. Personally, I don't have many fond memories of the sixties.  To start, I try to blank out the hip-huggers, bell-bottoms and bouffant hair styles that never flattered my well padded figure. Plus, high school constituted a four-year nightmare for the intellectual fringe such as myself.  Why would anyone want to recall ten years of purgatory, even if most of it transpired in a bucolic small town? 

Apparently, my entire high school class is in collusion to do just that.  Through the modern miracle of Facebook, the Sonora Union High School Class of 1966 is connecting like mad.  William Sandy Richter, who I'm certain has matured into a lovely, respectable man, has given of his time to coordinate the project, and must spend many a day hounding SUHS outliers who have escaped the noose of the internet.  First order of business?  Your birthday.  I'm getting copied on birthday greetings to people who's names I haven't heard of in forty-five years.  Not only does Bill/Sandy send greetings.  The classmates themselves add to the cacophony of well wishes.  My email inbox isn't big enough for all this good will.

I'll admit to some curiosity about the actual reunion event, and I've fallen in that trap before.  I could relate the dreary and dire happenings of the 5th, the 20th and the 35th, but I'll spare everyone the pain.  I don't doubt my classmates are nice and lovely people; they just aren't my people anymore.  I've drifted too far away to want to go back to those less than halcyon times.  I have a different life, great friends and a satisfying career.  Resurrecting high school memories doesn't jingle any bells for me.

To end on a less curmudgeonly note, I wish my classmates a happy time as they reacquaint themselves.  My friend Pinky has committed herself to the Friday night cocktail party, so I'll get the gossip without any expending any effort.  And maybe I'll raise a glass in a solitary toast: Hail Sonora High School.  Hail, hail, hail.



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