Hi classmates! Don’t get too excited, I didn’t marry Doug. I married his younger brother Jeff, robbing the cradle, as it were. A cougar (or is that a wildcat?, lol) before it was fashionable. At least I wasn’t grave robbing!
I had a dream last night that we were having the reunion at a concert and guess what, we were all still teenagers. 50 years just flew by. I’m going to the meet and greet but didn’t sign up for the dinner. No dancing?