Now that we're all close to 68, you learn to never-say-never. We are about to attend our 50th High School Reunion. Who knows, the weekend may be perfect for a funny Suddenly-Senior Column.
It possibly may resemble a goofy "Golden Girl" comedy. Maybe it won't be quite that bad. No longer will we put others on the judging block of financial success or dredge up prehistoric fables. Instead, we'll encounter grandmas' and grandpas', more interested in bragging about their grandchildren than impressing classmates with grand symbols of status. Some of us possibly won't even try to suck in our stomachs.
It will be wonderful for the Class of '64. Sanity will have finally trumped vanity. Of course, we probably won't recognize a lot of classmates. We're sure none of us have changed, no "Gray Hair", no "No Hair". Haven't gained Weight? Who Cares!!
Between aging and the blurring memory, it possibly may resemble a casting call for the movie "Cocoon". (Hopefully not) and either some will have aged more gracefully than others or there was a rare twenty-year span in our ages when we graduated. To a person, we secretly wondered what someone as a young as ourselves was doing surrounded by all these old people.
All of us are victims of time, gravity and at least minor derelictions of youth. We will become more forgiving and more congenial. More loving of the 512 in our graduation class, 66 deceased, 52 are "whereabouts unknown".
Hopefully, such food for thought should fill us survivors with gratitude! What if we are a bit the worse for wear? We made it this far! No small accomplishment, that, even if much of it is the draw of the genes.
The Class of '64 will have finally come of age. Time to see old friends and to share memories.
Remember, we won't be around for the next 50th! ;)