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Time to travel?

Been wanting to pay a visit to Iowa to see my nieces, and just now this unexpected e-mail found its way to me, inviting me (more or less) to my 15-year high school class reunion. Maybe it's time for a vacation. I never could resist a hog roast and keg.
subject: hello, friend

I think I have reached the person I intended to–                             ,...class of 1988. If not, please accept my apology and delete this message.

I have enjoyed myself in tracking you down. What an amazing, wonderful, rich life you are leading! (Do you own that record label, or record on it, or both? I'm fascinated!) It makes me somewhat sheepish to tell you that a reunion is being planned– a hog roast and keg– for next month. It's a long way from Seattle to southern Iowa, both literally and figuratively speaking! I apologize for the short notice, and for being presumptuous. Frankly, I didn't think you'd plan to come, even with months of notice. I'm not sure I want to go and I live just up the road. Scott actually roped me into helping him with a few things, so I feel obligated to go now. It's funny; I live [nearby] and I have not seen anyone we graduated with for years, with the exception of Val. It's probably more sad than funny. I had no idea that [the town where we went to high school] is such an island, but the more I think about it, I think that's exactly what it is.

Things are well with me. My husband and I have four kids. Sarah is almost 14, Kate is 12, Joey is 6, and Andy is 4. I teach English at the high school...and my husband is a sixth-grade teacher. We have a cat and a dog and a mortgage– everything but a white picket fence.

I hope to hear from you. I'd be glad to carry any messages from you to the reunion. You can reach me at this address, of course, or at my school address, which I've listed below.



That's so cool. I love emails from old friends.

Your nieces are beautiful! In that top picture, Amy Lynn looks a lot like Randall did when he was that tiny, only Randall had black hair when he was born. :)
Aren't they gorgeous? Good genes.
You graduated 2 years before me. My ten year coincided w/ me having just gotten married . . . but it kind of creeped me out. I felt like the HS experience was still too close. Let me know how #15 is.
Still haven't decided. But it is a hog roast and keg, and that's damn tempting...
So, are you going? Huh, huh? :-)

I haven't gone to any of my reunions and I regret it now! What city in Iowa, if you don't mind telling? I was born in Keokuk, Iowa!
Born in Ottumwa here. Still mulling over whether to go, but you never know...

Isn't it strange?

Funny how people can take such different paths - close, far, married, single, four kids, record label...God has so much more imagination than I do!!

Re: Isn't it strange?

This, of course, reminded me of Grover's "Near...Far!".

Re: Isn't it strange?

one of my favorite kids' books. my other favorite Grover memory is the book "The Monster at the End of This Book." Good times.

Re: Isn't it strange?

Grover may be a monster, but he isn't the scariest muppet on the Street. That honor goes to Bert:
Bert is evil

Re: Isn't it strange?

I can totally identify with that kid. I have an innate fear of costumed people. Snow White at DisneyLand - terrified. The Hamburglar at McDonald's - ran away shrieking. Why do they think kids will go for that stuff? The faces have no expression, they're like 48 times bigger than the child is, and they talk funny. The kid is scared? Go figure.