This writer is heading for a high school reunion on June 29th and recently had a discussion with a six-year-old boy about the event. The youngster had some different ideas about a reunion. The talk between us went something like this:
Hi Mr. Springer, Hank said as he arrived on his bicycle from upstreet. It had been a while since I have seen you. Have you been OK? Just fine, said the young out-going elementary student. After a few more introductory remarks, he said, Mr. Springer I am going to Kings Island in Cincinnati in a couple of weeks We are going to stay in a motel over a long weekend for three nights and I get to swim in the pool when Im not at Kings Island. I stopped what I was doing in the yard and began to listen as I could tell this was big news and a few more details would be forthcoming. Yes, the details flowed.
After a couple of minutes I replied, Hank, that same weekend you are in Cincinnati I am going on a trip also. Where are you going? he asked. Im going to my sixty-fifth high school reunion in Wellsburg. Wheres Wellsburg? came the question. About 200 miles north of here in the northern panhandle of West Virginia. Sixteen miles north of Wheeling.
Sixty-five years, thats a long time ago. Yes, Hank it is. Im 82 and most of those at the reunion will be about that age, I answered. Will you be staying in a motel? Yes Will it have a pool to swim ? Probably not, I replied.
What will you do at your reunion? he questioned. I countered with, we will have dinner together and then probably spend the rest of the evening visiting back and forth about our high school days and family items since 1948.
He thought for a few seconds then commented, You mean you are driving two hundred miles, staying in a motel without a pool and all you are going to do is eat and talk with some more old people! End of story.
Shame on me for having such a boring life and not experiencing the better things of life as shown in the eyes and mind of one six-year-old. But, I guess that is one way of looking at it!
As Hank rode away I asked myself, Will he ever come back to visit again with such a boring neighbor. I hope so as I like that youngster.
Such are the people, places and things that have touched my life in my home!