I just returned from Long Island a few hours ago from a 70th birthday celebration for the ‘kids’ from the class of 1971.
For me and I think for others on The Committee (sounds like an anarchist counter-culture group) after our 50th class reunion, we thought doing it again in 10 years ‘might’ rob us of one of our cherished things: our friends from our youth.
To say Saturday night was memorable, might be an understatement but it certainly is accurate. So rather than rehash those memories, I am reposting my column from early 2022 when I reflected on that event..nothing changed much, and like banker Sam Wheat said to his girlfriend Molly Jensen, “Love never dies.”
Peace out.