True story: When I was in sixth grade my class voted me “most popular,” “funniest,” and “best personality.” Three separate awards. The only award I missed was “most intelligent,” which should surprise no one. And this was no hollow victory.
Reunion is over! We will no longer pester you with columns about registering for reunion or the importance of reunion. In fact, we will try to stop using that word “reunion” altogether.
During the last several months I have received countless invitations to attend our “40th class reunion” from class luminaries such as David Cumberbatch, Derek Chow, and Elisabeth Adair Jaffe, includi
Greetings all—this is your classmate Derek Chow reporting for duty and guest writing our class column this month. When I volunteered (err, was tricked/suckered) for this task, I reminisced.
Hey, ’84s! Don’t miss our 40th reunion June 15-18! See old friends, make new friends, enjoy activities and entertainment. It won’t be the same without you!
The overall inaccuracy of this column occurs through little fault of my own. Sure, I often get names wrong, print fanciful job descriptions that have nothing to do with the classmate of interest, and outright invent life stories.
By the time you see this column, dear reader, most of you will have turned the big 6-0 and we will be months away from our 40th reunion. I wasn’t a math major but even I know that the numbers don’t add up.
Editor’s Note: Most of you are devoted followers of this column. You know that Juliet Aires Giglio and Eric Grubman share the writing responsibilities, alternating the authorship of the column.
I lead a fairly unproductive life. By this I mean unproductive in the conventional sense of the word. I don’t have the time for a conventional job. You see, creating this column consumes most of my time.