| 08/25/08 09:36 PM |
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John M O'Connell
Holy mackerel. I stopped lurking for a week or so and all hell broke loose! Perhaps we could go back to first principles for a moment? Our class was a really nice group. Now that we've all been out in the wide world for a few decades, you'd have to say it was a pretty homogenous group, all in all. We were sheltered in many ways. (At least I was: Not only didn't I know Mr. Piro was gay, I didn't even "get" the Village People until after I got married--but I'm pretty thick.) People were generally nice to each other and this site seems to bear out that many of us have a warm spot for the four years we spent together so long ago. If you are like me, you probably regret some things you said and some things you did during those four years. (Actually, if you are like me, you regret many things you said, a few things you did, and several things you didn't do--but I digress.) And you were likely on the receiving end of some things that others said or did that they eventually regretted as well. Some of those wounds, clearly, remain close to the surface for some. I could come clean on mine and you could on yours, but that would be maudlin (and tedious, I suppose).
So instead could we maybe just ease up and lighten up just a bit now and try to have some fun ?? I am in no position to say what others should think or say or feel, but can't we just try to be a bit less provocative and appreciate how lucky we all are and enjoy this time of reconnecting ? (OK, maybe I am just being selfish here--I just want one place to go where I don't have to think or hear about Obama, McCain, gender wars, abortion, Iraq, etc., and can instead think about people who meant a lot to me and whose faces in my memory still bring a smile to mine.)
As someone else recently pointed out, looking at the pictures and life stories in the profiles section also fills me with awe for how wonderfully so many of our lives have turned out and how blessed we are. Not perfect lives, but rich and rewarding ones. It just makes me feel bad to see so much venom lately when I had been so enjoying the warmth I felt when I read the early postings. I am not sure where this is going, really. It may not matter, as you probably stopped reading already. But maybe Bill Casey can jump in, shoo away the crickets, and save me here.
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