Next month, the Lyons Township High School (LTHS) 60th high school reunion will be held for the class of 1963. I was in that class of 900 or so kids trying to figure life out before heading to college, a job or Vietnam.
I signed up, but I’m uncertain if I will go back to LaGrange, Illinois, for the festivities. Do you go back for your high school reunions? If so, do you walk away from the dinner, the picnic, the toasts and the banter with a smile on your face? How about the way you feel inside?
Days before my freshman year started, our family moved from rural Iowa to the Chicago area. I went from a class of 18 kids to this huge high school where there were lockers, classrooms for different subjects and kids who looked years older than me. I stuttered through my first two years, afraid to even take the bus to school.
By graduation time, I felt more comfortable. I had friends, even a girlfriend or two. Now 60 years later, I recognize my life’s journey had many of its roots in the hallways of LTHS. I’ll bet now most of my classmates look younger than me. I’d love to hear about their journeys.
Darn it. I’m going.
Hole in one