Today is my 20-year high school reunion.
When I graduated high school in 1994, I thought that graduation night would be the last time I’d see most of the people I’d met during my 18 years in the Fairfield City School District.
I was fortunate enough to be the one to give our Commencement speech. Of course, I threw in a lot of comedy. But I also took the responsibility very seriously, trying to drop as much knowledge as I could, only to be mostly outdone by my own fumbling over the word “success,” thereby advising my 488 classmates “be gracious in your sex” (the loudest cheers of the night) and the din of the plethora of Snapple caps smuggled in by some of the more seedy (and fun) element of our class.