It’s not precisely a 50th Reunion, although that’s standard naming. How many classes have met every year for 50 years? Anyway, for months I’ve been on the planning committee for my high school class’s reunion, and it’s now just a month away. I’ve already got a hotel reservation and my plane tickets. At one point …
So the house is being renovated and Donald had to leave for a couple of weeks, huh? Maybe he’ll decide he’d rather not go back to DC and work. Stranger things have happened, although not with the Presidency. My dad had a 31-year Navy career. Two weeks after he retired from the Navy he went …
We lived here from December 1962 until June 1968. It’s the only green-brick house I’ve ever seen. I spent a lot of Saturdays mowing that front yard. My bedroom was at the far left; the window is obscured by bushes. The neighborhood has no sidewalks, so there’s a ditch at the bottom of the yard. …
48 years ago I graduated from high school. Three days later we got in our 1965 Buick Special and headed west across the country to Los Angeles, where we’d put the car on a barge to be shipped five thousand miles to Guam. That was Dad’s newest Navy duty station. We took two or three …
I plan to arrive Thursday evening at my hotel, rent a car Friday morning, and head for Annandale just to see what it looks like. I haven’t been there since my family left three days after graduation in 1968. I have to go see our old neighborhood and house. I’m tempted to drive out Braddock …
Today would have been your 92nd birthday had you lived to see it. Instead, you passed away 23 years ago. I wonder how you’d have made use of those years. I suspect you’d have kept right on traveling as you always did once you retired, and you’d have had a willing partner in Mom. Where …
I just saw a Back to School ad showing a kid strapping on a helmet before he hopped on his bike to ride to school. I began riding a bike in New London, Connecticut, in 1957 or thereabouts and I rode one to school from fourth grade through my senior year of high school. Never …
My memory, I mean. This was the George Mason Regional Library in Annandale, Virginia circa 1965, found in the Digital Collection of the Library of Virginia. I lived in that town for six years from middle school through high school, and I’ve been an inveterate library user since I was ten when we lived in …
Nothing against Fallon, but I miss the Johnny Carson version of the Tonight Show. I have a memory of watching it on a portable black-and-white television set while in high school. My mother claims that never happened, but how would she know? She was in bed at the time.
Go back to a simpler time when you were in high school and the most fearful thing you faced if you were male was, “am I going to be asked to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance?” Likewise, if you were female, it was “can I get up the nerve to ask so-and-so to the …