ORIGINALLY WRITTEN JOEL KLAASSEN
It’s always fun to get together with old classmates-with “old” meaning a few miles on the odometer. Afterall, it was in ’64 we made it out of HHS.
A few of the Class of 1964 got together for lunch last week with no agenda in mind. We somehow thought it would be cool to have a class reunion next year at 39 years instead of 40-because it would be just too hard to face 40.
Then we thought it would also be neat if we had a prom since we never were allowed to have one back then. The idea snowballed into a bigger production-why not have an all-school reunion next year and invite everyone else who never had a prom to attend?
Hiring a band for the event was also discussed-with the Fabulous Flippers and King Midas groups mentioned. Hey, this could get exciting. If anyone out there wishes to get in on the planning let me know.
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Recently I filled out a questionnaire on the Internet following a computer software purchase which qualified me to receive a free gift. I didn’t think it would be much of a gift and it wasn’t. Out of the few things to choose from was a shower radio, which I selected.
It finally came and, of course, it had no batteries. It was really cheap looking and by the time I installed the batteries I knew it wasn’t going to be a permanent fixture in my shower. In fact, I couldn’t get any reception in the shower.
It is now on the way to Atlanta to my 4-year-old grandson who I think will probably have some fun with it. If he doesn’t, well, at least he has some new batteries for one of his other toys.
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The Hillsboro Family Festival is just around the corner. I said I was going to buy a button for our employees and a voice in the back says, “Will they each get to use it for 15 minutes-or something smart like that?”
What I meant to say was that I’m going to buy each of our employees a button for the festival.
It would be neat if every business in town purchased a few buttons to give to employees so they could enjoy the festivities on May 25. Cari Garbo has been working like crazy coordinating the event, and I know her efforts will pay off.
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“Waiter, What is this fly doing in my soup?”
“I’d say about 10 miles per hour, sir.”
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I was fiddling around on the radio trying to find a station that was different than the usual fare you hear all of the time. And I found one.
It is 106.5 FM. I don’t know what the station is called because I don’t speak Spanish. The music is festive and lively. I never could figure out the words of most songs anyway.
