Friday, March 09, 2012
I taught the Safe Driving seminar Tuesday and Wednesday, which caused me to miss the big annual reunion in Venice Wednesday morning and afternoon. To make up for that, I drove down (only 85 miles south) yesterday and spent the late morning and afternoon sitting around the pool with a bunch of guys from the same place I once worked - all retired.
One real drinking buddy was there (who I hadn't seen in several years) and I knew I knew him, but couldn't come up with a name - his voice was familiar, but not the face. It turned out (after I gave up and asked) that he had grown a moustache and lost his hair - and developed a few wrinkles, but we still had a great visit. There was another guy the same way - I think the voice is probably the only thing that stays the same.
I remember a couple of years ago when Pete sent me a picture (by E-mail) and named the guys in the picture - eight names, and I couldn't recognize a single one of them. I wrote back, and he put the names under each guy and sent it again. Then, with the names, I could recognize them.
I remember several years back when someone at the reunion said to me "I'm really glad you're wearing a name tag." I guess I look a lot different to someone who hasn't seen me for a long time, too.
I'm not sure getting old is that much fun.