Back to High School

I graduated from Cato-Meridian High School in 1983. That's 186 dog years ago...it feels like a long time. There are things I remember vividly. The smell of wrestling mats and the sound of Rosie's voice singing the Alma Mater. An occasional food fight, "Archie," and debating what gender M.A. Dady preferred. The sneaker squeak on gym floors during basketball games, and of course, donkey basketball. I'm sure there are many more memories, both good and bad, should I ever decide to seek them from somewhere deep inside. But I really don't. The day I left CMCS with my regents diploma, I never really looked back. Never wanted to look back. I didn't like high school...partly because I never fit in any one place. I loved college. Unlike cheers, it was a place where no one knew my name. Seattle was even better. And returning to New York was pretty good. There were occasional brushes with 1983, but few, and on my terms...until yesterday. I saw a photo of two old friends, and their kids. Val and her husband. I still don't want to go back to Cato, but it was nice to hear from old friends. I'm not sure why, it just was. Time goes quilkly doesn't it? Though I still have little or no desire to go back, sometimes a quick peek in the memory jar is pretty good. Thanks Val.