The First Post: Will it stick?
I'm middle-aged...how 'bout you?
As previously advertised on the Hamilton-Wenham Regional High School Class of 1975 30th Reunion Evite, I've taken the dubious next step of establishing this weblog (or blog) as a place for all my crassmates to seek contact info on each other, disseminate details about their lives since graduation, reminisce about their spud-like teenage selves, and generally foul up the net with inane/profound chatter. It's a multi-faceted soapbox, if you will (and you should!), wherein we can give each other the virtual hugs necessary to keep the buzz from the May 28th reunion going in the hope that we might do it again sooner rather than later.
I mean, why see each other for a measly few hours and drop each other like hot latkes? Like every damn reunion I've been to, the latest ended way too early (thanks especially, no doubt, to proofed lubricants). That's not optimal if you were having fun. And who wasn't? This blog will hopefully be the engine enabling MORE FUN (see, I can make a little of it happen simply by putting words in caps...IT'S EASY!), as well as a sense of community among people who have more things in common (starting with the antiseptic halls they used to walk through for 4 years) than they might ever have wished to acknowledge before.
Hey, man, we have a shared history here! So let's maybe work that into the future and use it to entertain and illuminate. Or, failing that, to arrange some mini get-togethers where George Wallick can lunch with Paul Ricker...or Randy Diggle can hang with Meg Lukens!
You think I'm kidding? OK, maybe a little. But what might have seemed like unlikely peer pairings 30 years ago can indeed be a possibility today. I already have promises from Pete Locke, Diane Dunn, Anne Sullivan, and Bill Thompson to meet up this summer "famille a famille." Do you think I hung out with these people in High School? Heck no! I gave Diane up for lost in 7th grade, and now I find out she was in music promotion for years post-graduation. Think we have anything to talk about now? You bet! And how funny/cool was it when she showed up on Memorial Day, two mornings after the reunion, in parade dress uniform with a blank-filled rifle with which she insisted my kids wake up late-sleepers in the neighborhood? I lean toward being a pacifist Dad, but anything for Diane, you know?
This is the type of thing that reunions can engender. Opportunities for laughs AT THE VERY LEAST.
Meanwhile, in the recent present, we had 55 fellow grads attend the reunion. That's just over 25% of the class. Meaning close to 75% didn't experience the benefits inherent in the event. But how about getting many of them (you!) to experience the benefits "deriving" from the event? That's also what this blog is for.
I've never hosted one of these online journals. I think I may have a lot to learn here. So I ask you all now: would you be so good as to climb aboard this word train as it leaves the Hamilton-Wenham depot and tracks its way backwards and forwards through time? It's no fun travelling alone.
--Bob Dubrow
As previously advertised on the Hamilton-Wenham Regional High School Class of 1975 30th Reunion Evite, I've taken the dubious next step of establishing this weblog (or blog) as a place for all my crassmates to seek contact info on each other, disseminate details about their lives since graduation, reminisce about their spud-like teenage selves, and generally foul up the net with inane/profound chatter. It's a multi-faceted soapbox, if you will (and you should!), wherein we can give each other the virtual hugs necessary to keep the buzz from the May 28th reunion going in the hope that we might do it again sooner rather than later.
I mean, why see each other for a measly few hours and drop each other like hot latkes? Like every damn reunion I've been to, the latest ended way too early (thanks especially, no doubt, to proofed lubricants). That's not optimal if you were having fun. And who wasn't? This blog will hopefully be the engine enabling MORE FUN (see, I can make a little of it happen simply by putting words in caps...IT'S EASY!), as well as a sense of community among people who have more things in common (starting with the antiseptic halls they used to walk through for 4 years) than they might ever have wished to acknowledge before.
Hey, man, we have a shared history here! So let's maybe work that into the future and use it to entertain and illuminate. Or, failing that, to arrange some mini get-togethers where George Wallick can lunch with Paul Ricker...or Randy Diggle can hang with Meg Lukens!
You think I'm kidding? OK, maybe a little. But what might have seemed like unlikely peer pairings 30 years ago can indeed be a possibility today. I already have promises from Pete Locke, Diane Dunn, Anne Sullivan, and Bill Thompson to meet up this summer "famille a famille." Do you think I hung out with these people in High School? Heck no! I gave Diane up for lost in 7th grade, and now I find out she was in music promotion for years post-graduation. Think we have anything to talk about now? You bet! And how funny/cool was it when she showed up on Memorial Day, two mornings after the reunion, in parade dress uniform with a blank-filled rifle with which she insisted my kids wake up late-sleepers in the neighborhood? I lean toward being a pacifist Dad, but anything for Diane, you know?
This is the type of thing that reunions can engender. Opportunities for laughs AT THE VERY LEAST.
Meanwhile, in the recent present, we had 55 fellow grads attend the reunion. That's just over 25% of the class. Meaning close to 75% didn't experience the benefits inherent in the event. But how about getting many of them (you!) to experience the benefits "deriving" from the event? That's also what this blog is for.
I've never hosted one of these online journals. I think I may have a lot to learn here. So I ask you all now: would you be so good as to climb aboard this word train as it leaves the Hamilton-Wenham depot and tracks its way backwards and forwards through time? It's no fun travelling alone.
--Bob Dubrow
posted by Bob D at 2:45 PM
2 Comments:
C'mon, Kathy, you can't throw out that little tidbick and not support it with an explicit example. What did Sam do?
Make that 3 little ones, John...I do have hair left, although the circumference of the bald spot on my crown expands a bit each year. It's the added weight that irks, that also being a negative function of having young children at this advanced age. Everything that my 19 month old drops on the floor ends up in my stomach. I think she's doing it on purpose!
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