American Coot

We landed in Ann Arbor on Friday night. We drove through the gathering gloom to get here. It looks to be a cold and wet weekend. We’re in town for our combined 40th high school reunion. That’s right folks, we each married our high school sweetheart. Harry held dinner for us and Jane joined Gene and us for goulash. The reunion held a mixer on Friday night, so after dinner we went back out into the rain. The mixer was at a sports bar and by the time we arrived, it the place was full of 58 year olds. The surprise meet of the night was Peter, one of my groomsmen, who we haven’t seen in twenty years.