I had a Zoom call with my three
friends from high school – Washington-Lee in Arlington, VA to be exact. Truly a
forgotten era, seeing as how not only is the building gone, a shiny new one
replacing it probably decades ago, but the name exists no longer, either. It’s
now Washington Liberty, which I suppose means the football team is no longer
the Washington Generals. And in domino-style, I imagine the team colors are no
longer blue and gray. . . and therefore, I imagine the yearbook I used to work
on is no longer called the Blue and Gray either.
Whew – I hadn’t followed all that to its
logical end before.
I envy those of you who are near your
roots and see friends from long ago on a regular basis. As I’ve written before,
the three of us are scattered over Massachusetts, West Virginia, Maryland, and
Hawaii. Unsurprisingly, we haven’t gotten together in years. I haven’t seen our
Hawaii member in decades.
Last year we made noises about getting
together, possibly near or at the West Coast to simplify travel for our island
dweller. However, our Maryland friend fell while on a trip and broke her femur,
resulting in months of recovery.
We’re going to try again this fall,
this time aiming for the Southwest – Santa Fe? Sedona? Somewhere artsy with
good views, anyway.
We’ll see.
The thing is, Hawaii friend seems none
too healthy – diabetes, arthritis – and her husband just turned 102. Yes.
Really. 102. So, I imagine she’ll have to line up care for him.
It seems as though West Virginia
friend can now barely walk, but she cheerily extolled the possibilities of
airport wheelchairs. Okaaaay . . . . .
Maryland friend is all healed up, and
is probably just fine for the trip. Hard to tell, though. She has definite
hypochondriacal tendencies.
As the only one of the group with my
own knees, whose only medication is a low-dose statin, I feel a bit like Wonder
Woman, arthritis aside.
