Today I met with a couple of friends to continue working on stuff for our 60 year high school reunion, coming up in two weeks. We spent some time proofing the new directory so I can get it printed, and then discussed the catering (all taken care of) and the minimal decorating we plan to do for what will be a casual noontime dinner. That was all fun, and we had a very pleasant time together. But then things took a sober turn. One friend pulled out some pictures from our 50 year reunion and as we looked at them, I realized that we all looked considerably older than ten years ago. I don't know why that should shock me but somehow the decade from 68 to 78 seems to have taken quite a toll on our bodies and faces and hair. You get the idea. The years from 20 to 30 or even 30 to 40 didn't seem to have made much of a difference at all. Even 40 to 50 was ok. But now it's all going down hill. I guess the only consolation is that I am not alone in this. It reminds me of a T-shirt slogan I saw recently "Day 12 without chocolate, lost hearing in my left eye." Wait, that's not the right one, but it is kind of funny. Here's the one I was thinking of "I hate it when I see an old person and then realize we went to high school together."
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