Reunion

Last night we drove to Boulder Creek in a blinding rainstorm to attend Irene's 50th high school reunion. We wound through narrow mountain roads, downed trees, mudslides, fire engines, live power lines dangling over our truck and darkness.
In return, Irene saw old friends she hasn't seen in literally 50 years! This kind of connection amazes me.
I don't really remember high school. And I barely remember friends from that period. Revisiting once removed seemed like the best seat in the house.