High in the Chugach Mountains overlooking
This is retirement talk. I’m Del Lowery.
I had never attended any kind of reunion. It is not something that has ever appealed to me. Thinking more closely, I now remember that I did attend a massive breakfast at my high school for alumni one summer when I happened to be back home. I guess that sort of counts. There were classes members from perhaps a sixty year spread there so I had no connection to most people. It wasn’t, “my class reunion”.
This reunion in
It was nice to see some of the folks there. However, few of the faculty had been close friends in days gone by. Most people were “Hello, how are you?” type friends; coworkers, passing in the halls. We traded casual comments back then and there was no reason to expect anything different now. “Where do you live? How many grandchildren do you have?” Or there was the more than expected statements concerning bad knees or steel parts placed in their bodies. Pleasantries exchanged, we would move on to someone else. I remember feeling like they knew nothing of what my life was really like. And as well, I knew little of theirs.
There was one couple there whom we had met two nights
earlier for dinner. We see them once a year whenever we visit
The thing that stood out from the reunion: it all took place
in the garage and driveway. Don’t get me wrong. This was summer, but summer in
My idea of getting a tour of this house and a description of
how living in the house had worked out over the last twenty-five years never
materialized. I did get to talk to the host for a couple of minutes and the
house seemed to live up to his expectations. But our conversation was cut short
and I never got past the heating bill. Not much luck. Next time I am in
I did get to talk to a few former colleagues and that was fun. But our time always seemed short and conversations rushed. Someone else would join us and the conversation would shift. There was no time to develop any sort of meaningful exchange. I would like to have had an hour or two with several of them in a one on one conversation. That would have been great.
At any rate: my reunion experience was not the best. Perhaps it is my own fault for not mingling more than I did, or being more outgoing. I have never been high on attending the usual cocktail party. I am not good at standing around with a drink in my hand and making small talk. But, I wished I could have had that view and the descriptive tour of the house.
I have talked to other people who love reunions. They go every chance they get. Like most things in life, I suppose a lot of the value of reunions depends on the expectations and actions of the participants. Not comfortable putting myself forward in these kinds of situations I came away a bit disappointed. I hopped on my bike. Then came a real rush.
This is Retirement Talk.