10 Years And Counting

With all the Regatta festivities going on this weekend, I didn’t write at all about attending my 10-year class reunion.

I graduated from Jackson County Central in 1999, along with about 100 other people, and about half my class showed up at the country club in Jackson for the reunion.

It was a little surreal.

Since it had been only 10 years, people hadn’t changed that much. Some of the men already had a little less hair, of course, and I myself have put on a few pounds since I finished school, but for the most part, everyone looked about the same. And since I live only 35 minutes away from Jackson and some of my classmates still live in the area, well, I’m used to seeing some of them around anyway. Plus, Facebook has proven an excellent way to reconnect with old friends. Maybe I’ve just gotten used to seeing many of them as they are, not as they were, or maybe 10 years isn’t enough to show any major changes.

Then again, many of them brought spouses, and though I missed the family-oriented picnic in the park Saturday afternoon, a toddler happily wandered around the country club before dinner. More evidence of the change 10 years can bring.

We didn’t talk about old times. We talked about new times.

"What have you been up to?"

I always have a hard time answering that question. My job is a new job that literally didn’t exist 10 years ago. I put up stories online, write news, shoot and edit video and audio and manage some of the content on the Daily Globe’s Web site.

Other people had more interesting jobs. One talked about the difficulties of being a teacher in a Wisconsin school district which was struggling financially. Another classmate had gotten her doctorate. A third talked about the difficulties of the American armed forces and their attitudes about overseas wars.

A live blues/rock band that hadn’t played together for 25 years or so played for us, too, and they sounded every bit as good as the stellar bands that played at the Regatta over the weekend. The musicians, who didn’t have a name for their improvised band, were Von Skow, Jeff Rients and Alan Morphew. They took requests for songs they hadn’t practiced in years and some that they’d never practiced at all, and made them work.

And in a way, so did the class of 1999.