Oh my friends

From the class of ’88, missing only Erin. From kindergarten to graduation, from German class to study hall, from field trips to band practice and parades and football games and cafeteria tables and Friday nights and weekends, these people were my formative years. They know it all, and tell the stories. I love them dearly; I will never let them go.

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