It’s been a week of renewed acquaintances, sparked in part by last week’s 50th high school reunion. I heard from an old neighbor and fellow classmate who was disguised with a different first and last name, and from Mr. B, who gained his popularity by being our school’s mascot. It was a big class of over 1000 kids with many being lost. In fact, I discovered some notes that my mom kept from a high school graduation party. She insisted that each of us predict the future for ourselves and our peers. It’s a collection of silliness contained in a time capsule. Of the ten different classmates mentioned, at least half of them are dead and three remain mysteries. Perhaps, Mr. B. can help me solve that riddle after he reads the notes I sent him this morning. 

I met with a former co-worker yesterday and wrote him a poem to help celebrate his retirement. (See Post #1036). He bought me lunch at Red Robin. Today’s golf lesson was cancelled due to a conflict. It replaced the “Leadership Meeting” that we normally conduct today. As a result, I’m home all day doing laundry and watching Yellowstone – not the National Park but rather a ranch. The end of The Assassination of Gianni Versace is temporarily on hold due to a problem with our Netflix account. To be honest, I’m not that captivated by the show, just anxious to get it over and done with. 

I’ve also tried to make a new acquaintance this week, so far without success. I sent a note to NBA Champion Larry Steele (See Post #1028) about a potential writing opportunity. I met him at a recent golf outing and was intrigued with his story. I think it would be fun to tell it, but I need to gain his trust. For me, it would be a serious writing project, a step above my daily blog commitment. I’m trying to bring some meaning into my retirement by serving more of a purpose with my writing skills. Like any artist, I simply need a subject – a new acquaintance.