"This was the big weekend. Missed the Friday night open house at Carol Moore's house. I was sick all week and wanted to make sure I would get to the dinner dance. It was very nice. We had the picnic at the Memorial Park. It was a smaller group. The weather was perfect. Jimmy Deemer gave everyone an engraved reunion stemmed glass in memory of Jay. Maybe you'll get to come back for our next big reunion or sooner. Take care!"

"Thanks much for posting. For a good laugh, you could have appeared before the latest clown judge who keeps me in this country. When I told him he was going to suffer in hell for 1400 years, his jaw dropped. I missed you guys, as ties to the past. How do I write action/adventure books? For years I brooded about every rotten thing that happened to me and my friends. I wrote 5 books for practice. Then, I wrote 11 for keeps. You may note I'm still crazy after all these years."

"Not laughing. You need an attitude adjustment if you ever want to move on. If getting back home is a real true desire you need to become Mr. Cooperation, nice guy, etc. whether you truly feel it or not. As my mother used to say" You always get more with honey than with vinegar." Of course I need to take my own advice sometimes. You sound like you're a nuisance person. You'd think they would want to give you the money to go home. Of course do I really want another socialist vote here. Just kidding. Take care!"

Mary Ann and I have an acquaintance who is 60 years old. The last time we agreed politically was the election of Dwight David Eisenhower. We remain the products of the last pre-television generation. We were born after the assassination of Leon Trotsky and before the tragedy of Pearl Harbor. We both have lived through the decline of our country into the status of a banana republic with nuclear weapons.

She describes our malaise as creeping socialism, while I see it as rampant feudal mercantilism. Our disagreements are unimportant. Neither of us has the power to stop her fall from grace.