The Ancient of Days

Today I RSVP-ed for my 15-year class reunion at Springport High School. Why? Ummm… err… why not?

Fifteen years. Egads. That means I graduated from college nine years ago. I have been out of school for almost as long as I was in school. Revelations like this make a man take stock of his life. Lessee… Since starting college I have moved around fifteen times, had over thirty room-mates, about a dozen girlfriends, four cars, four jobs (other than work-study slavery), published one poem, been to India, been to Russia, never been rich, never been married, no kids, many friends.

I am happy more often than not, and I am seldom bored. I guess I have it pretty good.