In my opinion, no possible good can come from attending a high
school reunion. Old wounds are opened. Old passions are aroused.
Old memories are revived. The person around whom the social scene
dipped and swirled is overweight and living in a trailer park,
while the guy you studiously ignored who sat behind you in math
class is now an East Coast CEO with so much money that he
doesn’t even notice the economy has temporarily tanked. High
school is, and should be, so far back in the rearview mirror that
you can’t see it.
And so we begin with but one of the reasons why I loved, and
raced through, NEVER TELL A LIE, Hal