45 years

45 years. That’s how long it’s been since I graduated college, and tomorrow I will drive up to Albany for our first ever reunion. Overall, we were not a terribly gung-ho class, feeling more loyalty to our fraternities and sororities than we did to the institution as a whole.
I’m in the middle of getting food ready that I know my mother will eat and will be easy for my sib to reheat.
The weather promises to be the crap it’s been for the last week. I’m trying to figure out what to wear. I was hoping for a light, summery day — not these long muggy stormy hours we’ve been having.
I’ve got my 50’s CDs to get myself in the mood on the way up the Thruway. I’m looking forward to this, even though the people I hung around with in college will not be there. It will be an adventure, I’m sure. If nothing else, it’s a day away from her/e [sic].

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