I am not sure who sets up the high school class reunions. There is one thing for sure, though, you can never tell what the agenda for the weekend will be or what time of year they will choose to hold such gatherings. Ol’ Dutch has been to one reunion so far and I am thinking I will go to my 50th just to see who is still alive and kicking.
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I am not sure who sets up the high school class reunions. There is one thing for sure, though, you can never tell what the agenda for the weekend will be or what time of year they will choose to hold such gatherings. Ol’ Dutch has been to one reunion so far and I am thinking I will go to my 50th just to see who is still alive and kicking.
There are a few of my classmates who have passed on to their rewards whatever that may be. The ones I know were bullies the whole time I knew them so I am glad to be rid of them. I know, Miss Trixie says I should not feel that way but at my age I pretty much figure I will feel whatever I want to feel.
The first reunion I went to was the 10-year mark and people acted the fool for sure. One activity was a “kegger” party down on the river and for the life of me I could not even imagine grown people wanting to do that. It's one thing to go when you are in high school to such events as we were all underage and there was an element of danger there, plus we went to find the girls.
But turning legal age took the fun out of going for me, at least, and so I declined the next three gatherings. Until this year, our 50th. I think I will make the drive and see some of the old gang as the activities sound more to my pace. Of course, when a person starts to think about going to such an event, the thought comes to mind about how a person appears now that we have aged. We all hope to lose some weight and for some even get a nip and tuck or two, or some filler in the road map of their face.
Miss Trixie taught me a secret in the fixing up department when we went to my father’s funeral celebration. It all happened so nonchalantly yet was so profound in its effect I just have to share it. As the funeral service drew near and we were packing for the winter sojourn in Texas, time became in short supply so I was shocked when Miss Trixie insisted she get her toes painted and hair dyed. I mean honestly. She looked fine to me.
But she proceeded to share with me a secret that had eluded me all these 68 years and I was amazed and thankful at the same time as it saves me a lot of work. It seems that if a person gets your toes painted and hair done that people focus on that and then don't see how much weight you have gained. At least that is what Miss Trixie swears by.
Now I don't know if that is true or not or just an excuse to be pampered in chairs by technicians of the trades but I have to admit, I think it worked. Because after she got hers done and the whole time during the funeral event I never once noticed how fat I was. It worked so well in fact Ol’ Dutch is tempted to let the grands paint his toenails and maybe get a new hairdo to boot.
All of you ladies now have a new and improved reason to head to the salons and spend copious amounts of money while still eating to your heart's content. It all worked out so well I may even send Miss Trixie twice this time.
Kevin Kirkpatrick spends his days fishing, hunting, ATVing, hiking or making people laugh. His email is Kevin@TroutRepublic.com. Additional news can be found at www.troutrepublic.com.