Letters to the Editor
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High School Reunion
LW struck me as a shallow yuppie, but what the hell. I was a navy brat whose family moved to a small central California town (with a big Navy base) just in time to start high school about 30 years ago now. By then I'd fallen so deep into social anxiety that although I spent four years there, I made no genuine friends and have never had any desire to attend any reunions, especially as I now live across the continent. In any case, I feel pretty certain that if I did go, no one else I might meet there would even remember me unless they happened to know me through my much more gregarious slightly younger brother who was one grade behind me. He has attended reunions with both his first and second wives (both of whom attended the same high school), and apparently they had a good time. I found out from him that one of my classmates, one who I was at least acquainted with, was killed at the Pentagon on 9/11 and now a highway in that small town has been named after him.