Long ago....

and far away.  It just doesn't seem possible that I have another high school class reunion in less than a month.  Actually, it's hard to believe that I actually graduated so I could even attend a high school reunion.  It's been 35 years since I crossed the stage at Omaha's Civic Auditorium and heard my name being read off the 3 by 5 card I had written it on.  Timothy Alloisious Peters.  My parents were already used to me embarassing them, so they just ignored the chuckles and snide remarks from the people seated around them.  At least I wasn't naked under the robe.

The reunion committee, namely Marlee Richards Bailey Kopecky, to inform me that I had been found.  They also requested I produce a cd commemorating the 35th reunion.  You see, out of the 798 people that graduated , probably over a hundred became doctors, even more became lawyers or some other profession that has allowed them to be comfortable as they near retirement.  But I'm pretty sure there was only one person in the Westside High School graduating class of 1973 that became a disc jockey....that would be me.  And the reason there was only one?  My present position as a delivery driver for nursing homes might make it self explanatory and the fact that social security income is all there will be until the wealthier family members move on to the great beyond.  But nevertheless, I am what I am and I will produce another entertaining and musical trip into yesteryear, reliving the days we all wish we could relive with what we now know. 

So when we're all discussing each other's successes in the world.  The heart transplat that have been performed, the big cases that have been won, their kids' Harvard educations, I'll just hold my head up high......and tell everyone I too am a doctor of medicine and I have a law degree....Now, who's buying the next round?

That is all...Peters out!