Was reminded of the day I went to my fifteth high school reunion.
Stood watching my classmates hugging in lettermen jackets.
I had played on the same teams. I was skinny then. Kind of bad tempered.
At the reunion no one seemed to know who I was. Found most of those I did know in the
obituaries. On the poorer end of town. We served our country in the military. Finally this
dude walked up,"You look familar but can't recall a name. I wasn't going
to help him,
"Clint Eastwood here. Worked at Boeing a while and then did
some film work." I am tall and grey haired like Clint. After that I was being stared
at. Dude in letterman's jacket I fed for hoops that made him an allstater came over,
"You are?"
"Larry Bird, used to feed you so you would be high point man. Did all the grunt work
getting rebounds so you could get a scholarship shooting air balls, Bradford."
I was on a roll when I saw the head Cheerleader a beauty who dropped me saying,
"You are from White Center. The last person I would date, Dandy." Darn, she still looked good
today,I Walked up with tears in my eyes,
"I am so sorry, Robin. Reading the name on her chest,
"But I couldn't handle a baby out of wedlock." her fourth husband glared at me.
Found some keys on the floor. Tossed it to a big fat dude in a overstuffed letterman jacket.
"Doorman, Bill Gates here, would you get my Limo it's parked around the corner." Handed him
a fake Clinton five dollar bill. Went home wife said,
"Where have you been?"
"The Reunion!"
"Really, Jim called and it isn't until next week.Some of the team were saying can't wait to
see old Dandy". Looked at the calender. It was our chief rivals reunion night.