A different kind of Saturday Morning reflection
it involves school, but not from the perspective of the teacher.
As I write this, I sit in the lobby of the Courtyard Marriott in Rye, NY. This is one of the hotels for the event I am attending this weekend, the 50th Reunion of the class of 1963, Mamaroneck (NY) High School. There are others staying here, some are staying with families or friends (a number of our classmates still live in the area).
Last night we had a dinner, with a DJ, and spent close to two hours going around with people sharing.
This morning there is a memorial service for a member of the reunion committee, Frank F., who sadly passed away three weeks ago.
At midday many of us will gather at Walter's Hot Dog Stand on Palmer Avenue, a Mamaroneck Institution, which in our day if you attempted to cross the Avenue during the school day could lead to a suspension.
Then tonight we will gather again, at Orienta Beach Club, for another dinner, a live band, and some more sharing.
This diary is a reflection on school, classmates, mentors and life.
As I write this, I sit in the lobby of the Courtyard Marriott in Rye, NY. This is one of the hotels for the event I am attending this weekend, the 50th Reunion of the class of 1963, Mamaroneck (NY) High School. There are others staying here, some are staying with families or friends (a number of our classmates still live in the area).
Last night we had a dinner, with a DJ, and spent close to two hours going around with people sharing.
This morning there is a memorial service for a member of the reunion committee, Frank F., who sadly passed away three weeks ago.
At midday many of us will gather at Walter's Hot Dog Stand on Palmer Avenue, a Mamaroneck Institution, which in our day if you attempted to cross the Avenue during the school day could lead to a suspension.
Then tonight we will gather again, at Orienta Beach Club, for another dinner, a live band, and some more sharing.
This diary is a reflection on school, classmates, mentors and life.
