And Other Reflections On Christmas
The older I get, the more I'm convinced that the best
reunions are the ones that are unplanned.
Call me a social introvert, but I have never once responded
to the invitation of my high school classmates to join them for
those occasional gatherings -- not even for the twenty-fifth,
which I understand many consider an important milestone.
Don't misunderstand me. If you like that sort of thing, good
for you! It's just that, personally, I'd rather avoid it. Maybe
it's because the Clifton (New Jersey) Class of '66 to which I
