a bunch of us took our cars
(yes, funny that i belong to a car club and don't drive often or far)
to a reunion of a grade school, long gone, but fondly remembered
by the senior citizens that attended it those many years ago.
we get invited every june and every year we go, steve(hollo) cooks
hotdogs and sometimes deer meat as well. this year he had smoked trout
to go along with the hot dogs.everyone brings something to add to their little picnic and we say hi, look at all the old photos they bring. they tell stories of the school and the coal mines and we get our group photos taken by a sweet and feisty lady named mary, who calls us "chicky baby" whenever she needs one of us to go do or see something!
every year tho, there are less and less of the old grade schoolers there. that's sad
but they have a true sense of community, something that was lacking in the big school district i attended or the town i grew up in. there's good and bad i think, in a small community like that. you live, with however you were labeled as or thought of in school and can not break free of that, for good or bad, no matter what the realities of your life since then. s