Old times

Spent the day today reconnecting with some high school friends and in particular, some members of my HS football team. We had a really nice memorial service for Joe Hall, one of our band of brothers, and I hope people say half as many nice things about me post-life as we said about Joe. He *was* special.

I’ve never been to a HS reunion; I’m not really much for that sort of thing. But this was nice. A few of my friends hadn’t changed much at all, and others like me don’t much resemble our youth. So it goes.

Everyone regretted not staying in closer touch with friends after high school, same as me. I suppose that’s universal. But for a day at least, we set those regrets aside and remembered when we were young. It was pretty great.