Last night was our class dinner. It was interesting to see the mix of folks that showed up, as some had only been there for highschool, some had left after grade school, and some had been there from K-12 (I was somewhere inbetween, having moved back to Chicago in 3rd grade). All told we had 16 people represented (15 actually there, and one "by proxy", his father, also an alum, showing up with "newsletter" sheets from our classmate). Given that we started out with about 56 kids in our graduating class, and have had four or five fatalities, that's not bad, being about 1/4-1/3 of the available folks. Frankly, with one or two exceptions, I wouldn't have recognized any of 'em had I sat next to them on the bus ... after a while their "old selves" started showing through in the eyes, or some long-used smirk or gesture, but 30 years does change one. There were only a few that looked substantially like their graduation pics, minus some hair or plus some wrinkles, and I guess I'd have to class my current short-hair/trimmed-beard self as being hard to decipher from my highschool senior self (as you see from these icons, the "1975" pic being my graduation portrait from the yearbook ... and, yes back then they were in B&W!).
Except for one other guy (who's got a 3-year-old), I felt a bit "out of synch" with my 9 and 5 year old offspring, as most of the folks there had kids in college, with a few having highschool-aged kids. A few of us still lived downtown, but most were out in the 'burbs. I am drifting into minutia at this point, which I'm sure nobody gives a rat's ass about, so I'll stop, since the details barely make a difference to me.