i graduated from a regional high school in a new england college town. we had a good mix of kids of townies, professors, college workers, hill people, farmers. some cliques among jocks, greasers, hippies but everyone at least got along. i went to the 25th and kinda enjoyed it. with a couple of exceptions i never see anyone from those days, having had a career overseas. i planned to attend the 50th. instructions were sent out requesting pcr tests, shot records, masks… i wrote to an old buddy jocularly asking “hey what’s up with this noise?” without any profanity or anger. he replied literally “gfy.” i laughed it off, sent $50 anyway to buy a reunion cake, and ended up that same weekend in bangkok with my one hometown (childhood through h.s.) best friend, who is a long-time teacher in japan. we had a pleasant mini reunion of two.