Six years ago my high school class held its 35th reunion. This is only remarkable because from my point of view, this had been our second gathering. There had been a 10th that was well attended. Supposedly there was a twentieth that was less well attended and which I knew nothing about. So for me and many of my classmates, this was our second reunion.
What a difference fifteen years made for the 35th. We had the Internet and search engines and email. Those of us who didn’t live in our hometown could still participate in planning. We could scour the Internet using search features and databases to root out lost classmates. From all accounts, that reunion was a success, and it felt as if we had a good turnout.
So what now? The primary people on the committee all said, “No more, I’m not planning a 40th, maybe a 50th.” Most of them lived in the area and even though they maintained they seldom saw each other, they were only a phone call and short ride away from old friends. Some of us who lived at a distance didn’t get back often, and let’s face it, we were all getting older. People had died. Others were no longer able to travel. Waiting fifteen years seemed too long.
But true to our class epithet of Most Apathetic, no locals stepped forward to say they’d work on the next event. Even though I lived 1600 miles away, I said I’d work on it. A man in Tennessee said he was interested, too. We emailed a bit, talked on the phone, and decided we could do it even from a distance. And that was where our troubles continued.