“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Let me check my calendar.”

“Meh.”

“You mean I still haven’t outlived all those #@%& low-lifes?”

As you doubtless know, those are the four main responses when a class reunion invitation arrives. (Close runner-up: “If I remember my eighth-grade civics teacher correctly, this first-class stamp cost almost as much as FDR’s New Deal.”)

Me? I had a wonderful time at the recent reunion of the Marshall County High School (Lewisburg, Tennessee) Class of 1978 (our first in 17 years).

But I know several people (including my brother and the office manager at work) who have never attended a single one of their reunions.

For good or ill, school is a unique “lived experience” for each student. For some, it is a breathtaking blur of trophies, passionate romances a

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