Class Reunion

I have been to the Great White North of Canada twice this month. The first time was for a high school class reunion (yep, 15 years) and the second was for a family reunion (yep, 33 years). The class reunion was in Clavet, Saskatchewan, a little farming community just outside of Saskatoon (the Paris of the Prairies). It was a great place to grow up as there were about 200k people there. We lived on a small acreage just south of the city in a community called Furdale (now if that doesn't sound small I don't know what does!).

It was great to see ol' high school peeps, including the girl I used to date. I went and hung with her family one evening and we had a great time. It's good to keep bridges in tact, because I never know who will still be my closest friends after 15 years of hardly any contact.