The View From the Top

Reunions can be awkward things.  Meeting people you went to school with forty years after you went to school with them can be disconcerting, triggering feelings of painful nostalgia, envy and jealousy, or even smugness, that at least I didn’t turn out like them. Lacking the particular brand of adventurous, or masochistic, spirit required, I’ve avoided them.  Except once … [To read more, click on title]