A geranium in my friend Kathy's garden. It had the most saturated red color I have ever seen in a flower. It glowed.
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For those of you who wondered, yes, I did have a good time at my reunion. I won a hat (better than a t-shirt any day; they actually fit) and saw people I hadn't seen in 20, 30, or 40 years. The surprising thing was that those same people also seemed glad to see me. Made me feel all warm inside, ya know?
I'm being sarcastic, but it did make me feel good. Guess I wasn't as aloof-but-really-shy as I remember. Or maybe we all have better social skills now.
In any case, I'm glad I went. Y'all should do it, too, if you have the opportunity. In my admittedly limited experience, the nadir of reunions is the 20th; everyone is so busy comparing jobs, cars, financial success, size of wife's diamond, etc., that they are mostly a big pain. By the time of the 40th we were all happy just to be above ground and [mostly] ambulatory.
