This was the final day of our time in Freeport. We had the main meeting and dinner at the Freeport Country Club. Al has to confess that this is the first time he has been inside the building.
We have attended several of the reunions over the years and the first impressions were that people were showing what they had accomplished in their careers at the 20th. By the 30th, it seemed to me that we were re-living our experiences with the jocks sitting together, the socialites the same and so on. But this one was different. With nearly half the class being deceased, we were just glad to see each other and to renew old acquaintances or to really get to know some for the first time.
One classmate who lives in a suburb of Chicago.
No, she is not a classmate, she is a life-mate.
Someone on the host committee worked hard on this pretzel decorated cake.
Plans are in the works for a 65th reunion in 2018. We will have to see how we are doing at that time. It was a fun time and we are glad that we drove the 550 miles to get here.
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