classmates reunions, it has always been an event that we enjoyed more than we thought we would. the opportunity to share memories of a lifetime ago, and the life lived since then, with people from the same background has a way of grounding people. we are able to reflect on what has, and does, give life value.
as more time goes by, it becomes less important what our status was in that teenage social milieu, and more important simply that we shared a slice of history-that our roots grow from the soil of a common time and place.
when we meet again, the question is not who or what you are, but "how are you? really?" after sharing the basic information about careers, the state of marriages and locations, people showed a greater interest in really understanding each other's life experiences and lessons learned along the way.
whether the classmates were ones that we knew well then or simply familiar names and faces from the past, the conversations tended to be less reporting and more exploring the whys and wherefores of it all.
more importantly though, we told stories of what they had shared with us, and what we could learn from what they went through.