It Came...

Greetings Faithful Readers,

It finally came. I've been waiting for it since 2006 and it arrived yesterday. The harbinger of doom...the signal flag of seniority...the evidence that it is no longer cool to reference Back to the Future....the dreaded 20th high school reunion notice.

Don't be offended if this has already come and gone for you...didn't it sting a little to open that envelope? 20 years? Seriously?

As I held it in my hands, I began to reflect on what has come and gone since then... I've come to terms that the Cavaricci's that I always wanted will never be in my closet... or that Six Flags Atlantis will never reopen...or that Max Headroom will never re-appear on a Pepsi commercial... or that my hair will never again be that thick. I mean seriously...why didn't somebody tell me I looked like a hybrid of a microphone windscreen and Ronald McDonald? (see photo)










What does the 20th high school reunion signify? Mid-life? Quarter-life? I'm not sure. I do know that I'm not going to the reunion. I never really made many friends in high school....and if I did go, it would be a lot like the last Indiana Jones movie.... all the recognizable characters were older, wider, and slower than I remember them 20 years ago.

At 37, I have a lot more wisdom and perspective than I had at 17. I'm married. Have a beautiful family, a mortgage, and bad knees. I get to serve at an unbelievable church with great leaders...pastor the most amazing team I've ever been a part of... and have the satisfaction of knowing that out of all the graduates that left Nova High School that year, I'm probably the only one with more toys now than when I attended there.

I guess I should look at it positively... I have my health... they still want me to be a part of the class... and it didn't come attached to an application to join AARP.

BV