The ‘69,’70,‘71 Cliffside Park High School Reunion…
Jim Morrison and The Doors blasting out the car windows to get us in the mood. It was good back then and it’s all good now.
Natural to be apprehensive about revisiting ones past. It’s not for the feint hearted. There’s ghosts, ex-pashes and of course those awkward moments of adolescence come flooding right back. Trying to recognize people with nametags so miniscule, that you just had to take their word for it who they were and still are. Some sweet and some scary.
Wished for a moment that at 9am the following Monday morning, the school bell would ring, and we could all walk up the down staircase again.
Frané Lessac Class of ‘72