My year of living nostalgically

Just for the record, I have voluminous reunions to attend this year, and none of them are the result of my very vague undergraduate graduation date (but, take your pick: 1982, 1983, 1985, any of these have claims to legitimacy). For starters, there are not one, but TWO reunions of the Scotia-Glenville High School Class of 1978 (more information at the school’s page at Classmates.com and the alumni page at the S-G Schools website. First in July, the second in November. Then, sharing the weekend with International Talk Like a Pirate Day is the 100th anniversary celebration of The Daily Orange, and frankly I can easily see a lot of arrrrhhh! going on there even there weren’t an official day. We always had a fondness for bad Long John Silver imitations, we did. And on top of all that (and this in spite of my possessing the ankles of a 20-year-old and the blood pressure of a teenage girl), this November it will have been 20 years since we decided to get in over our heads and see what it was like to be young, broke and married. So, now we’re one out of three – – that’s not bad!