Monday, June 17, 2013
TRAPPED IN THE PAST'S WEB
"Due to lack of interest," the Facebook message read, "this year's class reunion has been cancelled. We still plan on setting up a tent at Twin Parks for a place to gather during Alumni Weekend July 12-14. We do ask that anyone available meet at the park on Thursday, July 11 at 6:30 p.m. to help set up the tent. There will not be a beer tent in the park this year, so byob if you would like."
Maybe those who gather will bring booze; maybe they won't. We'll see. Meh.
It has always been this way with my high-school class. Tradition held that the senior class always won the float competition for the homecoming parade; our jaded little tribe plunked an old plow on top of a flatbed trailer and attached a hand-letted sign: "Plow 'Em Under." If we were going to break tradition and lose the float competition, might as well do it in apathetic style. We finished fourth.
Friends and acquaintances talk about their high-school class reunions with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. They make plans to lose weight, change their hair, buy a new wardrobe, anything, everything to make an impression. My class? It'll be a stunner if someone comes and puts up a tent at a park in a town of 5,000 people.
One classmate responded to the Facebook message by wondering if we needed to offer a cash prize, with a "must be present to win" clause. Yup: this is what it's come to — naked bribes to attract interest. The apathetic cynic in me already knows there's no way in hell I'd win the prize, so why bother?