REUNION

Yep. Time for another high school reunion. Well, not quite. I have a few months to shed a few pounds to impress a few old friends.

I didn't have a '55 or '56 Chevy as those highlighted in the dealership picture, but I did have a '61. And it was pure junk. I think what attracted me to it, besides the freedom it provided, was the dealer sticker on the back. It was from a Flagg dealer in St. Louis and had a picture of an American flag.

Now, if that isn't reason enough to buy your first car and try to pay for it by flipping burgers and dicing onions, then you've never made a boneheaded decision either. But that was TQ back when.

As I look forward to reunioning, I'm reminded of my friends' cars. All cooler than mine. Except for Bill Moore's 1931 Model A Ford. It hardly ran at all and never without giving it a good push down hill. But it was more of a project than a way of transportation, fortunately.

Other cars of note were a '57 Chevy (the Mellow Yellow), a '64 1/2 Mustang, a '59 Ford, a '59 Chevy, a '64 Malibu, a '58 Lincoln, a '63 Chevy, and a '52 Chevy. Most others were borrowed cars from Dad, but some like me were fortunate enough to have their own while in high school.

I should have stuck with my Dad's car.

At the reunion this year, I'll be driving a rental. The cheapest they have, although I think they may have upgraded us since we are Gold Card members. As long as it's large enough to hold golf clubs, I don't mind.

And after the Friday night meet-and-greet, the golf is the best reason to go reunioning. Plus, maybe feeling better about my aging. Or as I've heard expressed before on more than one occasion (ok, it's probably a cliche by now) "Why are all these old people at my reunion?"