Calling all geeks, braniacs, hulks, and ex-cheerleaders! Canoga Park High School’s class of ‘65 is kicking the 45th reunion into high gear this year.
I won’t be there. My geeky senior picture won’t surface into the ‘ha-ha, you looked funny’ zone. It was taken early in my junior year, unfortunately. I was totally different by the time I graduated. Unfair!
Reunions are no doubt a blast from the past. I wouldn’t know--I’ve never crossed into the Time Machine and gone to even one of them.
I imagine the event will be filled with sideline glances, assessments and offside remarks: ‘Good grief, what happened to her'? 'Bill was such a hunk…’
Amid memories of starched, skyscraper hairdos, ex-tarts fired up with post-hickey-Monday- morning locker room stories, who ran off with whose wife or husband, and who made it to the silver screen: Mike Larrain [Rosemary’s Baby] and Barry Cutler [Dynasty], conversations will be peppered with fond memories.
I have fond, coming-into-my-own memories of my senior year: Columnist on The Hunter’s Call, Steering Committee member, editor of Horizons, our literary chapbook, Writer’s Club president, co-coordinator of Journalism Day, and off-key member of the Folk Singing Club. Those were the days…