<HONEA EXPRESS: It Was Twenty Years Ago Today
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Monday, July 20, 2009

It Was Twenty Years Ago Today

I have found that when seeing those again that you never thought you would see again that it is best to do so with a smile on your face and a drink in your hand. Pleasantries are nice, awkward moments are few and name tags are suggested.

The key here is the drink.

20 years ago we parted ways as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Simple terms and convenient definitions. Today we embrace each other with memories and photos of our children. Today we look fantastic.

That may be the biggest surprise of them all. I never expected twenty years to polish my peers with the fountain of youth. Granted, I knew that I hadn't changed much, other than some grey in the beard, less hair and more stomach, but hell, I still get carded.

My classmates were fit and beautiful and bald. Lots of bald. People were happy. And it was good.

What we found was that each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Hey, hey, hey, hey, don't you forget about us.

There weren't endless hours of glory days revisited, though they were mentioned, usually with a shake of the head and a stare into the distance. Rather, there was the filling in and the catching up and the where is so and so and the passing of people that you once rode a bus with.

It was an ode to technology and our nights were displayed upon the internet instantly and endlessly. There were friend requests an hour after a handshake. There were status updates built upon sips of whisky.

Blanks were filled in like a breathing mad lib. Everything was (adjective).

Sunday morning found me arm in arm with a friend I haven't seen in too long, walking the streets of a desert resort in the shadow of a security guard and the heat of the rising sun. We were happy. And it was good.

And it had been too long.

I have found that when saying goodbye again to those that you never thought you would see again that it is best to do so with a smile on your face and a suitcase in your hand. Pleasantries are nice, awkward moments are few and name tags aren't needed.

The key here is the moment and in the knowing that those that once meant so much still do, even if you forgot, and even if you'll never see them again.

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