Notes

         Up early, fed the cats and had breakfast while reading the paper. > Mid-afternoon, and you are at Mary Lou’s waiting on Carol and ML to return from Polaris. You had a good lunch with Fritz at Best Breakfast and Lunch. Bob is still ill. You stopped by but Patti said he had gone to bed. Fritz said Jean N., in your class, asked you and him to donate your books for some kind of door prizes during the class reunion. As your three are a trilogy of sorts you are right in donating the three. At least your fellow classmates can see that you actually wrote them.

         True, but both Fritz and I talked that nobody will probably want to read either his histories or my fiction. I figure the winners will end up using them as doorstops as they are door prizes. Each of us has read the other’s books though. His at least have historical value as they are nonfiction. In my mind Fritz is a legitimate and scholarly writer. Fiction does not have the same hold over me as nonfiction and poetry do, both are more literary in my mind. At least this way though, neither of us has to mention that we write books. I need to gear down my talking anyway and work on my listening skills for this event. Remembrances of times past will be fun. Today Fritz brought a 1935 and a 1936 Westerville yearbook and found pictures of my parents and Carol’s mother. Fritz and I always have a good time talking – shared memories, that’s what reunions are really all about in my mind. They help validate a selected part of a person’s life. For most of us in the Westerville High School Class of ’60 this is our 68^th year of life.