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I just received an invitation to my 20-year grade school reunion. I think I’d be happier to be listed in the “missing in action” group than the “invited classmates” group — some 33 people who I haven’t thought of or heard from in the ten years since the last reunion, which I attended after a fit of ill-advised nostalgia.

It’s not that I had a bad time at the last reunion, so much as the fact that I haven’t been in contact with any of those people since then. I’m sure if I went to this gathering, I’d soon glow with the same warm and fuzzy feelings I had ten years ago, although in that case, I think I had one too many cheap canned beers first. (There’s something about drinking lukewarm Budweiser in one’s grade-school cafeteria that lends a surreal quality to any social gathering. Perhaps they should hire out for dramatic presentations, wedding receptions, and the like.)

I have to admit, my first thought upon opening the invitation was to send back the reply envelope empty. Heh.