Heading off cape today. Had to stop for a minute when I realized that I wrote “off cape.” Locals around here say “on cape” or “off cape” depending on what side of the bridge they happen to be on. I seem to have adopted the localism.
Meeting eight college friends for lunch. Some of us live in different states and the gatherings are few and too far between, but bonds forged in dorms aren’t easily broken. Additional friends in California and Florida have suggested that we use FaceTime at lunch so they can join us remotely. I can just picture us with our iPhones in hand. Never let it be said that we’re not technologically savvy.
The span of years since college doesn’t really bother me. It’s the invitation sitting on my desk to my 50’th high school reunion that’s giving me pause. I remember when my father went to his 50’th reunion. We joked about the fact that they were having a luncheon rather than a dinner because the seniors didn’t want to drive at night. Their generation wasn’t chronologically older than we are now, but they seemed that way. At least to us. My guess is that, mentally, he still felt young.
My high school class is planning a dinner. I guess the organizers didn’t feel ready to give up evening festivities just yet. A decision I applaud. My guess is that it’s harder to recognize the passage of time these days. Especially since that classic sign of aging, the senior moment, is now passé. When we draw a blank, we are no longer alone. We have Google. And his chatty sister, Siri.