My Westminster classmates marvel at my detailed recall of high school memories. Though I never tested well and can’t recall much about a movie I saw last month, I remember life’s episodes in near-HD video.
Lately, I’ve been visiting once-close friends I haven’t seen in 45 years from Georgetown Prep, a boarding school near Washington I attended for two years. They’re surprised when I re-connect and then entertained when I re-awaken forgotten stories from their youth.
How long can I keep this roadshow going, dropping in with a gift bag full of wine and cherished memories?