I haven't been to any school reunions. Either the timing was awkward or I was unemployed at the time, but honestly, high school was not exactly my glory days and I recently had to "defriend" somebody I went to high school with on FB because he was going on a racist bender.

I left my small town for a reason.

My high school is turning 100 next year and so they've been spamming me for months trying to get an RSVP for the reunion. NOPE. Not interested even a little bit.

I've just realized that part of mt division's secret Santa gift exchange includes READING OUT LOUD a limerick or haiku we've written about our giftee. I was fully prepared to write something and stick it on the card, but now I have to recalibrate for public performance. DO NOT WANT.

My dad was too young for WWII, (And colourblind, so rejected by the military anyway) but my grandfather served in WWI. He tried to enlist for France, but was still 17, so he ran away to Montreal, lied about his age and enlisted in the Canadian army. He was gassed in a battle a few days after the Somme. We found his enlistment card online a few years ago.

Loving the family stories, folks. None to share on my side of the family, but DH's grandfathers were both military men.

Kat, I might have a t-shirt for you if I can unearth it from amongst the clutter. USC related of course.

Franny was up until 10pm doing homework on Weds, and until 11pm doing even more last night. WTH is it with 6th grade? And she's been such a trooper about it. I just love her to pieces.

My dad was stationed in Germany during Vietnam. He worked in the Army motor pool. On his down time, he bicycled around the countryside visiting castles and eating all of the food. He brought back beer steins that are still in their house somewhere.

I don't have any college t-shirts (any I owned as a student have been lost in one purge or another. And were probably highly inappropriate, really) but now I kinda want to buy some to send to Kat. My various alma maters are probably not getting a lot of representation

One of my uncles was a wildcat pilot in WWII in the Pacific theater. Some things he talked about, other things I only learned about after he died. He liked being in the Navy and rejoined after a few years as a civilian. Dad didn't rejoin, but after going to college on the GI bill, he went to Germany to teach Army brats in Augsburg. He rambled all over Europe during holidays and breaks. Mom went to Central and South America to teach at mission schools in the early 50s. It's kind of surprising that neither of their kids have spent more than a couple of weeks overseas at a time. It's not like they made it sound bad or anything.

The Cooper-Hewitt museum is back open! But since when does the Smithsonian charge admission?

Zenkitty, would it help any to shorten the trip?

Jesse, no, alas, I've already made it as short as I can without hurting feelings that don't deserve to be hurt. It's not them, it's me.

My uncle (mother's brother) was a POW in WWII. He never talked about it. It must have been a horrible time, unimaginably so for him, and horrible for his family at home not knowing if he was even still alive. But no one in the family ever talked about it; I didn't even know until I was a teenager. I don't know where he was stationed, or held, or when, or anything. My grandfather was born in 1899, so I guess he was just young enough to escape having to enlist in WWI. As far as I know, he didn't serve, but hell, maybe he did and no one ever told me that either.

Does anyone remember what part of Fl Laura lives in?

The house she's selling is in Delray Beach.

I've passed my 30th high school reunion. I've never been to reunion, high school or college. Probably never will. I never really knew anyone in my class in college, and never really liked anyone in my class in high school. I've seen enough of them on FB to know I don't want to talk to them.

I left my small town for a reason.

And never going back.

I am at the optometrist. Apparently my depth perception is pants.