(Note: Coach Webb who's referred to in the video at the end, is an honorary member of our class.)
Our school was definitely "old school." And we were damn proud of it. Still are.
A week ago Joyce and I met as usual on the second Tuesday of the month with my friends from the 1958 graduating class of the old school.
The monthly class dinner is always lots of fun and last night was no exception. People seemed happy and full of energy. There were smiles aplenty, laughter, glasses tinkling, and lots of backslapping camaraderie.
Maybe it was the warm sunny day we had that Tuesday in Middle Tennessee. Could be we were a little more energetic because we knew spring itself was only a few days away on the calendar. Or, maybe it was the fact that Peyton Manning could possibly be coming to the Titans. (Well the Manning dream died, but that's okay.)
I'm sure all that stuff helped intensify things a little, but this group is kinda special, so it wouldn't have mattered if it was 20 degrees outside with snow on the ground. If we were there the joint would have been jumping anyway.
In the language of country rock musicians, athletes, and the milkman, we bring it, man.
It's been fifty-four years now this May since we got our diplomas from Mr. Foster and walked away from the old school for the last time. That's a long time. It's a cliche I know, but it seems just like yesterday.
As I sat there and looked around at the crowd, I remembered, as I'm sure all my classmates do, the teen angst and uncertainty that we all experienced in those years, the doubts, the fears all mixed up with youthful hubris. And I also thought of how generous and confident we seem now that all those youthful wars and the other ones we fought through the years are behind us now.
Sure we had our struggles.
But we survived back then.
And, even though most of us are retired, we still survive now. Make that thrive now. We're not just "busy." We're living to the limit.
Back then, and now too, you'd have to get up pretty early in the morning to get ahead of us.
And baby, when we're gone, you're gonna miss us.