We are back from a mostly delightful 5,000 mile road trip seeing family and friends at various locations. One portion of the trip had to do with a large bit of nostalgia. My high school graduating class (of 20 members) were gathering for our two-year (is that bi-annual?) reunion in Branson, MO. We have always been a close-knit group that had generally gotten together every five years.
After our 40th reunion, it became apparent that we needed to get together every two years because our small group of classmates was dwindling. Branson was chosen because it was a fun get-away spot although at least a day’s trip for the majority of the group since we grew up in Northeastern MO close to the Mississippi River.
This picture is a singing waitress nuzzling Dean’s ear at the Hardrock Café. Since we were there as a group, all of the guys got the same attention from the various vocalizing maidens. I thought I had a picture of the world’s largest rocking chair with Dean sitting in it, but this one will have to do.
Our schoolhouse is gone now along with some dearly beloved friends, but the memories remain and I am grateful for that.
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