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  • I have never been to a class reunion. My high school career went like this. I attended 3 years of the all-boys Catholic high school, and pretty much hated every waking minute of it. I made no lasting friends there. I had no teacher that inspired me to think great things. My proudest achievement there was paying my junior year's tuition with my winnings in one lucky night playing poker with friends from the restaurant I worked at.

    I broke with family tradition. 4 older brothers had graduated that high school. I left in my senior year to attend the public high school. I just could not take another year of being isolated from girls, and of the juvenile crap that went on there. I wanted to get out into the real world.

    I made some good friends in that public school. Things were going along great, and then, during the winter doldrums, in early February, we were trying to figure something out to liven things up. We decided a keg party would be good. I volunteered to host it. My parents were going across town to play bridge at Uncle Roman and Aunt Lollie's. I figured we could get everyone in at 8:30, and clear it out by 11:30, clean up, and no one would be the wiser when they got home at midnight.

    Best laid plans.... Roman and Lollie cancelled out, so they were playing right up the street at a friends' place, instead of across town. So, my friends were holding the crowds at bay down on the street until they left, which wasn't until after 8:30. Then, the tide of people began rolling into our large house. 10 - 20 - 30 - 40 -50 - we stopped counting at 120. We were charging $5 a head, so we made a killing. It was the party of the year. My stock rose from new kid on the block to rock star status in 1 hour's time. I was livin' large, and everyone loved me!

    Then, my brothers showed up - "What the hell's going on here?" "Ain't it great?" "Like Hell - clear this place out - Mom and Dad will be home in half an hour, and you'll be in big trouble." I couldn't get anyone to move. They were all having too good a time. So, Brian just started calmly letting people know that the cops were on the way. They quickly cleared out, taking the keg with them. So much for livin' large!

    The party moved up to the local school ballfield 2 blocks away. The noise of the crowd poured through the neighborhood in waves of sound, like the roar of the ocean. We did our best to clean the place up, but when Mom came in a little later, she pronounced, "This place smells like a brewery! What happened here?"

    I lied and told her I'd had a few friends over for cards, and 35 showed up. "35 people? Here in my house?" I didn't have the heart to tell her it was more like 135! It didn't matter. While my stock at school had risen to rock star status, at home I was now in the doghouse!

    Dad was getting transferred to Connecticut from Pittsburgh, and they were moving in March. I was going to stay behind, and move in with my brother Brian to finish up high school. But, the keg party changed everything. They wanted me to come to Connecticut with them. So, to Connecticut I went.

    That's where, after 3 1/2 years of high school, I found the first teachers who made any sense to me. One in particular, the English Literature teacher, completely inspired me, and I learned the value of literature and theater through him. That one teacher opened up worlds for me, and I have been learning from books and enjoying theater ever since. I never would have had that teacher if I hadn't thrown that kegger!

    So, the school I graduated from, I'd only attended for 3 months. The friends I made there were actually in the class below mine.

    So, I've never been on any of the lists that get sent out for reunions. The school I went to for 3 years, I didn't like anyone at, and the feeling was mutual, I'm sure. The school I went to for 6 months, I was just this kid who showed up one day, threw this great party then kicked everyone out, then moved. The school I graduated from, no one knew me at.

    Still, I put my name on Classmates.com in 2002, hoping I'd hear about a class reunion. That year would have been the 30th. None of my 3 schools posted anything on there. Oh well. Yesterday, I got notified that the school in Connecticut is having its 40th anniversary reunion in October.

    Maybe I'll go. It would kind of make sense. I missed the first 3 1/2 years of school there, just showed up for the last semester and graduated. So, I skipped the first 39 years of reunions, and now will show up for the 40th. There is symmetry in that, I believe. Maybe I'll even find some new inspiration there. Or, I could just make up some personna, and be somebody completely different, just for the hell of it. Who would know the difference? I'm going to have to think about this....
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