This was written for my Close to Home column in The Prospect-News, the local weekly paper in Doniphan, MO.
Nothing compares to the bonds created among kids who grow up together loving, laughing and learning, then yearning to reconnect and rediscover the commonality as well as the diversity that comes with adulthood.
Larry Lee, one of Doniphan’s loved and lost and an alum of the class of ’76, relished those ties along with the times he joined his classmates to love, laugh and learn all over again under the magical reunion umbrella. Familiar chords of classic rock, dreamy decorations, candle glow and dimmed lights minimized the hints of passing years and transported the comrades back to the future they once boldly marched toward together.
At the time of his tenth-year reunion, he worked as assistant editor for the Webb City Sentinel. In his Page 2 column, he shared about the gathering back in his hometown.
“Class reunions are an excuse for people who spent large chunks of time together to come back home, reminisce, renew old friendships and party.
Mostly to party.
Doniphan High School’s Class of ’76, 142 strong, was the largest class ever to graduate from good ole DHS.”
We had some friendly banter over some of his claims. My class of ’70 was the last to graduate from the ‘old’ high school, and the largest, I thought, though I have not verified that. I had to give him the bicentennial tag, but the class of ’70 surely joins ’76 as one of the best.