Reflections on Reunions from
"A Million Tomorrows...Memories of the Class of '64"
In small, intimate get-togethers following the reunions we sat and talked and told stories we would have never shared in school. We talked to and befriended people who were unknown to us then. There were some touching moments too. I sat in a group in a crowded motel room laughing, talking, and remembering. In the background the old music transported us into our past. We all sat there together: cheerleaders, politicians, fruits, writers, philosophers, and dreamers. I saw people laugh at what they were and how they acted in school. I heard stories of honor students skipping school and fruits who had romantic encounters with beautiful girls who wouldn't speak to them in the daylight. In the midst of all the laughter and memories, silent conversations took place. The loudest talks in the room were not being done with voices but with the eyes. I saw former lovers who, for some unknown reason, had broken off their relationship, gaze at each other across the crowded room. They sat in pondering silence asking how it might have been. I watched their eyes ask the unspeakable questions, waiting for and wishing for unimaginable answers. I saw people, happily married since graduation, who are still in love with their spouses and would never think of changing that status, question whether or not they had taken the right road in their lives. People looked at pictures of children who were older than they were when they were in school. They looked and smiled and wondered. They knew that all they could do was wonder how it might have been. They knew they would never know for sure. They know that they can only have memories and thoughts. That's all they ever will have.