My wife and I rode 900 miles round trip on the Harley to the 30 year high school reunion. Essay got an Ultra Classic and rode it there too. Pete, me and Essay visited Skip and cussed him out for getting shot over a worthless woman, and cried a little. The reunion was blah, with the same people who always show up - - where are the others? We could not even locate some of the class of '78, and the some of the ones we contacted didn't want to come. We are all getting grayer and fatter, but over-all, we are still good looking!
Nothing profound. The ride with my wife was the high-light. I love her so much!
It was good to be home though.
Now I will let the next 10 years flow over me, and I will go back and see if anything has changed...
