A Sorority Reunion
I graduated U.C.L.A. in 1961. It scares me to even write that date let alone conjure up what all that those many years mean. I am sure they mean as many things to as many people who are still alive and still have the memory to remember what it is like to be 49 years away from those days. We scheduled and held a sorority reunion on a lovely, warm October Saturday.
Many people who were invited did not come to the event. I know exactly how they feel; they would rather a Mac truck hit them than attend anything like a reunion. As I said, I know how they feel, but I feel differently. Of course the day of the event and some days leading up to it, I hated my hairstyle, worried that I hadn’t maintained my acceptable appearance, my weight was not what I wanted it to be, but hasn’t been where I wanted it for years. I worried that they would have accomplishments way greater than mine, or that they would have nothing to say to me and I, nothing to them. More
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