Say Hey Classmates!
No foolin', it's April Fool's Day, my favorite day of the year. T. S. Eliot wrote "April is the cruelest month" as the lead line to his poem "The Wasteland"; but classic poet as he was, I disagree with Master Eliot. April is a Fun month -- baseball is back, the azaleas and the dogwoods are in full bloom, Springtime invites us out of doors, the memories of youth are rejuvenated!
Last week's entry to my dysfunctional chronicle of memory lapse (sometimes referred to as "short stories") generated responses from my friends Paula Jones, Scott Baker and Paul Burton. (Clay Wright, I found another scotch drinker in Paul Burton. I know there are "a lot" more out there in the sophisticated Class of '70. And, Scott B. promised to pack a bottle of 20 year Balvenie for us at reunion time even though he is a Martini Man.) I simply love hearing from you all. I know some of you are "chatting" and "reliving" the more fun moments from days long gone. Renewing our friendships is Great fun!
Keep trying to find some others who are not registered on the NHS website and send me their "addresses". If you can find a little time to tickle the keyboard, scratch out a few lines and let me know about your world. Cherry Lou has informed me that more than 40 have plans to attend the 30 year shindig. Scott B. has pulled out the dusty 1970 annual and is using new software to "age" everyone 30 years so he will be the only one able to recognize the rest of us at the reunion. I'm telling Scott that those martinis will alter images better than any computer software. (Plus, if you're drunk, you will have an excuse if you call someone by the wrong name.)
Remembering that this is April Fool's Day ... I wish you all a day filled with foolish pleasures, much fun and happiness!!! Later in the day, I get to throw out the first pitch of a baseball game between Henderson State University and Delta State University. NO FOOLIN' I love baseball and I have always wanted to throw out a first pitch. I hope I can get it to home plate. Roy Campanella said something along the line of "for a grown man to enjoy and understand baseball, he must have a lot of little boy in him". And about life, I rely on Yogi Berra's comment, "It ain't over til it's over". So for me, it's off to the ball park on this foolish day. For you (Clay, David S., Drew, Dinny, Scott, Rickey, Paul, Mike, Cherry, Ruth, Nancy, Betsy, Dale, Paula, Diane, Kathey, David R. and others I have not heard from), let me hear from you. NO FOOLIN'!!! Until next time ... Play Ball!
joe
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