I was something of a small town political hot potato… Once I understood what was happening, I tried everything I could think of to resolve the situation. This was a tragedy in my young life, and as happens in tragedy, I moved that year through disbelief and denial, into bargaining, through anger and despair, and finally into acceptance. On graduation night, I sat in the audience…The consequences of this situation impacted my life in much bigger ways.

Remembering Remarkable Teachers

As I count down to my 50th High School Class Reunion, I find myself thinking of the many people who shaped me and prepared me for adult life. One of the things for which I am most grateful to my parents is an excellent education. Although we moved a lot (16 schools, 11 years, two countries), my father in particular always made sure his seven children attended good schools.

Countdown to My 50th Class Reunion

In just two weeks, I’m going to join a few dozen old (quite old, now) friends in celebrating our 50th High School Class Reunion. It seems impossible that so much time has passed, but I have several reminder emails mentioning that number, so I guess it must be true…Since fifty years is really quite a long time, and reviewing that era is rather an historical exercise, I thought it would be interesting to share a few of my memories and impressions here and in social media. So this is the first of a series of posts leading up to the big event.