Old Days

Last night I attended a small gathering of 10 people. Most of us had not known each other. The couple who invited us knew everyone. As usual, when new people get together, it becomes a game of who's who. Like the book "Six Degrees of Separation", most people have someone in common. As it turned out, this particular group had gone to the same high school. Although their paths never crossed then, each one knew the other one's friends. At one point a telephone call was made to someone's sister, as she had dated one of the men at the gathering. Most of the people sitting around the dessert table were over sixty years old but they remembered high school events as if it was yesterday, down to the clothes they were wearing and the foods they ate. For a few hours last night, we were all 18 again.