I never understood the people who always wanted to go back to their high school reunions. I liked high school to a certain degree, but never felt like I needed to go back and relive all the ‘good ol’ days’. I was happy to graduate and take my high school parking pass off immediately. I kept up with a few friends from high school as the years went on, but a ten year reunion? Why would I want to join a bunch of the popular kids who now considered themselves popular adults? Based on what I have heard, most of the ‘cool’ kids still think fairly highly of themselves. I mostly avoided social media because of my train wreck of a home life immediately following high school. I almost completely started over once I headed to college.
The only high school boy I could never fully get over was Gene Taylor. My friends all laughed over his name, but I thought it was sweet. Sweet like he could be old-fashioned like my grandfather. He opened doors, was respectful – I always wanted to say chivalrous, but didn’t want to give my friends anything else to poke fun of. Gene Taylor. I had tried to keep in touch with him for a while after high school, but when he went off to the military, things seemed to dwindle. He was the only reason I would ever go back to high school. Much less a reunion. That all changed when my phone rang.