A funny thing happened on the way to the Norwalk High School Class of 1965 reunion the other night: They somehow misplaced the last 45 years.
Everyone acknowledged that those years had passed, but no one knew exactly where they went or how they disappeared so fast.
Just the other day, they were all saying, we were on the playground at Pleasant Street or League or Bronson.
And then there was the junior high dance.
And then high school and Kennedy's assassination and class trips and buzzing the ave and prom and graduation.