A Sense of Common Ground

[image error]I attended my 30-year high school memory test on Saturday. I wasn’t sure what drew me to it, but I’m sure glad I went.

I expected my first reunion to provide some foggy recollections of the large brick building I graduated from in 1987 — the school I drifted through like the wind for three years, hardly connecting with anything or anyone for long enough to make a lasting impression. I planned to arrive late, share a few stories with familiar faces, and leave before those with stronger ties cl...