After the Learning Stopped, There Were Cameras

Thanks to the anonymous commenter from the class of 88 and to Laura Newton, who did not seem at all put out that I published a photograph of her in cap and gown. Now she can give out the URL of this blog to anyone who suspects she did not graduate from high school... although I suppose just anyone can pay a photographer and borrow the gear and pretend to be a graduate, but that's beside the point.

Incidentally, do you remember what you wore under your gown to graduation? I think I do. I don't remember much about the ceremony, though, which is probably a psychological protection kicking in because I sang the national anthem as part of a quartet of seniors even though I did not and do not have a performance-worthy singing voice (assessment from the choir leader, "not unpleasant," but I believe I was the only senior alto). I do not wish to recover those repressed memories, and I hope that no one will disabuse me of the notion that the three truly talented singers over which I hovered on stage drowned out the aural evidence of my participation.

Phew: Enough long sentences about me. I want you to look at the lovely smiles on the faces of these two friends in another photo snapped when the countdown to our graduation was measured in days. I've received email from one of them, so she is now on my contact list for news about reunion plans. Are you? Don't you want to be?