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After 5 years we find out that Kevin Wilson does still exist.

On a much heavier note, Brint reposted an old entry that relates to the subject of the reunion.

Seneca High School Class of 2000

As strange as it seems, apparently five years have passed since our graduation from high school. This is our opportunity to catch up with old friends ranging from, “don’t you remember me, I sat five rows behind you in English” to the “remember the time we ate paste together in first grade.” Yeah, you can tell how much I’m looking forward to this.

For some reason I’m having a very hard time thinking about a class reunion without Grosse Pointe Blank coming to mind. Oh well, guess I still need to decide if I’m going or not.

Marcella: You know, when you start getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.
Martin Q. Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?
Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.
Martin Q. Blank: Did you go to yours?
Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.

[Practicing in a mirror before his high school reunion]
Marty: Hi. I’m, uh, I’m a pet psychiatrist. I sell couch insurance. Mm-hmm, and I – and I test-market positive thinking. I lead a weekend men’s group, we specialize in ritual killings. Yeah, you look great! God, yeah! Hi, how are you? Hi, how are you? Hi, I’m Martin Blank, you remember me? I’m not married, I don’t have any kids, and I’d blow your head off if someone paid me enough.

I received the following several days ago and decided that with the group of friends that read my site this is a very appropriate question.

Do you ever wonder just how you got to where you are in life? Do you ever look at your life and think, “this just isn’t what I planned”?

I get the feeling that right now several people I know are going though this. College is finished, the working life has begun and we’ve all been thrown a curve ball or two on the way. I think for most of us it’s just starting to sink in that this is for real.

I have, on several occasions, been accused of planning excessively. This is true, but I have considered it and come to the conclusion that while I do plan to an extreme it seems to be limited to the stupidest things. The larger, more important items I have settled for a vague idea. Life never seems to work out the way you plan it, so in the end it’s easier to roll with the punches and be happy with what you have. I’m not saying you shouldn’t try, just don’t be too disappointed if it doesn’t go your way. Things always seem to work out for the best in the end. Yes, that is my official non-answer to this question, how about you?

When driving southbound on I-95 in Florida you will immediately begin to notice signs ever 5 miles or so for a place called Ron Jon. The signs start somewhere around 161 miles from their location, so it should be fairly obvious that you see one or two of these before you pass Cocoa Beach. If nothing else the idea of a 24 hour surf and skateboard shop that puts this much money into advertising is definitely an interesting concept, especially for those of us that were knee deep in snow only a few months ago.

I only bring this up, because this morning my father and I drove down to Cocoa Beach in an attempt to watch the shuttle launch. It was a fun drive and a great idea, but upon arriving in the area we where informed they had just scrubbed the launch for the day. This is completely understandable due to their problems, but makes a two and a half hour drive each way seem a little wasted. This would be where Ron Jon comes in. Since we were already in the area, had some time to kill and has recently seen one of their signs informing us we were only 2 miles away now it seemed like a good idea to stop in for a visit. “Wow” is the only thing to do this place justice. Two stories of surfing and skateboarding goodness. If you are in the area just follow the breadcrumbs trail of signs, because it is definitely worth seeing at least once.

This is dedicated to Dianna in her endless pursuit of odd quizzes.