But How Were Their Dance Moves?

Have you ever seen a more carefully coordinated formal-wear pairing? His tie and cummerbund, her sash, the flowers: pink. Everything else: the white of teenage innocence. Laura Newton sent me this photo of Kelly Salter at Saga Ball, but she didn’t include the name of her date. I suspect that he is the guy who became her husband, Ray Ybos (a musician in the band Witness), but if it isn't him, we don’t need to know who it is. Ancient history, dude.

We now have a team of about 16 people searching for such historical figures: you, your friends, your crushes, your rivals for first chair in band, the people who sat next to you in algebra, the person with whom you carried an egg for however many days to recognize how awful it’d be to get pregnant, the person you asked to Military Ball, the person who stepped on your new shoes when you wore them to a football game, the person who taught you how to bounce a quarter, the person who gave you a ride home from practice, the people you spotted at the movie theater on Tuesday nights, the people by their cars in the parking lot behind McDonald’s, the people who had the one thing (a date? talent? popularity?) that you thought would make you a happier teenager but that alluded you every year.

Well, there are several detectives trying to find them all, but honestly, it’s a tough task. On our own, we might not find addresses for more than half of our class. Fifty percent? That cannot stand. You might know for a fact that someone has no interest in attending the June 10 reunion, that he or she hated high school, that he or she still spits just hearing a few bars of “Eye of the Tiger”--but I still want to mail an invitation to that person. Call me a masochist, but call me, dammit. Or at least send me an email.