Remembering the Class of í87
My high school class held its 30th reunion on Saturday. While I didnít attend, it has been fun catching up with my old classmates via Facebook in the weeks leading up to the event.
It has been interesting, too, seeing how some classmatesí appearance has changed dramatically while others donít seem to have aged at all. Iím in the former category, of course ó a fact that was driven home when someone posted my yearbook photo from our junior year. Who is that baby-faced guy, I wondered. Whatís up with all that hair? And why is he so skinny? Somebody get that guy a sandwich!
Of course, Iím not the only one in our class who doesnít look quite the same as they did in 1987. And Iím not the only one who wore an all-white tuxedo to our senior prom, either. It was a Miami Vice thing. It was also the last time I ever wore white pants.
For the most part, my classmates have been very successful. One has become a prominent doctor who still lives in the same small town. One is a high-ranking executive with a large bank. Another is an attorney in Dallas, still another a retired military officer who still holds track and field records at the Air Force Academy and who served several tours of duty in Iraq. One of us is even a newspaper editor, happily practicing his craft in Berryville.
Sadly, our class has also been affected by tragedy. At least three of our classmates died by suicide ó the first one just a couple of years after graduation and the most recent about three months ago. Another was killed in a car accident, and another died in a freak accident after she tripped on her dogís leash and broke her neck. All of them remain in our memories and all of them are missed.
Of course, 30 years ago none of us knew for sure what the future held. Some of us had plans and others didnít. And some of those without a plan actually became more successful than those who thought they had it all figured out.
My goal back in those days was to become a professional sportswriter and cover major league baseball or pro football. I never quite made it that far, but thatís OK. If you had told me 30 years ago that I would be doing a job I love today, with two grown sons who make me prouder than I could have imagined and two grandsons who fill me with gratitude, I would have gladly taken that deal.
Itís just a shame about the hair.
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Scott Loftis is managing editor for Carroll County Newspapers. His email address is CarrollCountyNews@cox-internet.com.