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Guy Gertsch
Just a note......Years ago we all knew each other so habitually, it sounded like a gattling gun of hi's and hello's as we wandered down the Poky High Halls. People we took for granted because we were always there together. In attendance at the reunion this last weekend I didn't know a soul at first sight, but then nobody was giving me any high-fives either. When I was registering this lady walked up to me with the most ridiculous of questions....."Do you remember me?" "Sure I remember you," I lied.
"Well then who am I" she asked.
Parrying for position I rather lamely answered "I do remember you, I just can't remember your name."
She smiled, and then I remembered the name, and the lady. The same smile, the same twinkle of eye, the same joy of spirit she always shared with everybody. "Karen Jensen", she said.
From then on the night was a breeze. I stopped looking at faces and searched for smiles, and the warmth of remembering, and laughing, and hugging, and kissing. It was all so exceptionally exquisite.
Of course we weren't all there. When the Video of passing time started I got up and walked to a corner. These faces were there, unchanged, just the way I remember. After a gulp and a gasp with each passing frame I turned and found that Rita Demopoulos was standing near me. We instinctively put our arms around each other and wandered through our respective, but strangely shared thoughts, and memories, and loves, but never losses.
Thanks for the memories Poky High. The night galvanized me for another 10,000 miles.
Guy Gertsch
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