I walked back to my car, went to see another friend of mine not from my graduating class, and checked if he knew where the place was. He had no clue and I was exhausted so I ended up going home and passing out.
The next day I, with the kids and the amazing wifeykins, wandered around the old Alma matter and saw how much it had changed. I guess one of the guys from my graduating class is now the principal as well as a girl I graduated with is a teacher as well.
The school has changed in so many ways it really blew my mind. My daughter didn’t feel the same of course, and she was hungry on top of everything, so she was not enjoying the romp down her fathers’ memory lane. I was amazed at the little things. The music department still looks the same, but the concession stand they used to have is now a sprawling faculty rest stop. Which is sad because they sold the best cinnamon rolls I ever had. I would save up money and try to make it to school early so I could get a taste of them, and they were a going commodity of course. The small concession stand in the middle of the sports area was still there, though not open. It will never be eradicated as it’s the most centrally located place to sell to the football enthusiasts who crave nachos and hotdogs. The drama department still looked the same, through the windows, and the old math building that was one of the original buildings of the original school was still there. And they had not eliminated the mural that I remember when my sisters went to the same school years before I did. So as the daughter and the wifeykins were hungry and famished, we moseyed back over to the Quad and had lunch.
Lunch consisted of deliciously cooked steak and bread and salad and chips and drinks, and that evil eighties music that for some reason was rotating through the entire weekend. Now I like some of the music from the eighties, but the songs I remember were not included in the programming. But the son was digging the tunage like he always does.
As this was the next day after partying, many folks came later, lots not at all, and the mood was mellow and reserved. Well, more after drunken and hung over. Least for them. I was feeling fine and dandy.
So we ate, had a few people come up and accost the tye-dyed informer with recollections and fade away, and we made our way home and to the place were I now reside.
In the present day.
