Ghosts of the old days

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There it is again.
The notice of the annual all 1960’s class reunion.
A reminder of about the most unhappy year of my entire existence.

I don’t know how they tracked me down for the invite, but Connie whose name I do remember, but whose face I don’t, sent the notice, and all of the pain of that year flooded in on me as I remembered events that I had no control over overwhelmed and shamed me.

It isn’t like I had committed some unpardonable act or anything, but I just gave up on school and my hometown. All I had left was a bad attitude and an even worse reputation, and all I wanted was to be gone.  Anywhere.  And so a few short months before graduation, I quit.  Just like that.  Walked away.

Some time later I returned to Alamosa to go to college, but frankly, academia and I have no love for each other, so once again in my sophomore year I cut and ran, never to return.

I found peace much later in life in religion and a second marriage.  But at odd moments like this the old days rise up to disturb my little utopia out in the Texas pampas …

10 thoughts on “Ghosts of the old days

    Rivergirl said:
    March 31, 2020 at 6:11 am

    I’ve never been to one of my reunions… nor do I plan to. Husband has dragged me to some of his and if you think going to your own reunion is bad? Try going to the spouse’s. That is the definition of hell.

      Rusty Armor responded:
      March 31, 2020 at 9:33 am

      😀 My sister was a year behind me, and her husband a year ahead. I always knew what my classmates were doing even though I never asked.

    Lia Storm said:
    March 31, 2020 at 8:22 am

    I have never gone to any of my class reunions. I went to a private school and I never really related to most of the people there. I was from the other side of the tracks where they mostly lived in the well to do neighborhood of my hometown. They contact me for every reunion and I ignore it ! I couldn’t wait to get away from my hometown and now I miss it, but it’s cold up there in the winter and I am old so I guess I will be here in the land of eternal summer for the duration 🙃

      Rusty Armor responded:
      March 31, 2020 at 9:31 am

      🙂 Well, I am glad you got that part settled! You were kinda restless for awhile …

        Lia Storm said:
        March 31, 2020 at 9:36 am

        There comes a time in one’s life where you learn to be content and settle down ! Yes, for awhile I was restless, but I am fine now and I like being warm. I do miss seasons, but hey, I can’t have everything!

    thehuntress915 said:
    March 31, 2020 at 8:46 am

    Wow Rusty, you seemed to write MY story from high school. I’ve not been to once single reunion and like River said, I never plan to. Why would I want to go see a bunch of spiteful bitches who’ve gotten fat, unhappy and bitter with their own lives? Karma maybe? I sure as hell hope so! Great post Rusty! 😉

      Rusty Armor responded:
      March 31, 2020 at 9:30 am

      I think much of the problems were my own invention, though we were wrong side of the tracks people. Living by the roundhouse is about and wrong side as you can get!

    Boo said:
    March 31, 2020 at 8:54 am

    I have been to every one of my class reunions and it’s always a BLAST! I’m sorry yours isn’t .

      Rusty Armor responded:
      March 31, 2020 at 9:25 am

      My sister who was one grade behind me has never missed one either.

    Pamela C. Stong said:
    March 31, 2020 at 2:16 pm

    I went to one of my reunions. I will never attend another. I have nothing in common with most of those folks and I don’t want to.

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