Questions, concerns, and commiserations we’ve heard from a few alumni…

I haven’t seen my classmates in 50 years. What’s the point in coming?

Actually, that is the point. That’s why it’s called a reunion.

But so much has changed. I don’t even look quite the same.

This is common. But for those who request it, we will generate a mask you can wear based on your senior yearbook photo—that way no one will notice.

Frankly, my life hasn’t been stellar. I’m almost embarrassed to come.

As the late Billy Graham used to say, “Come as you are.” For those especially affected, we’ll have a confessional booth set up Saturday evening, towards the back of the room near the standing bar. Note: Wine will not be allowed in the confessional, and taking pictures of those entering or leaving the confessional will be strictly prohibited.

I already have other plans for that weekend.

It’s wonderful that you have options. America remains a land of opportunity. We hope you’ll choose to visit with us.

For me, it’s a long way to travel. Maybe I should just plan on making the next reunion.

If you wait another 50 years, you’ll be the only one left from the Class of ‘75—if you’re very lucky. In 2075 you could have a reunion just by rolling out of bed. No travel agent needed—just a nurse!

Honestly, I’ve forgotten how to have fun.

We’ll show you how. Come and join us!

OK, where do I sign up?

Click here. But don’t wait 50 years to do this—the link will expire before then.