Face From The Past

Another blast from the past wandered into the studio today. Actually, she came by to pick up a photo I donated to a church auction. I hadn't seen Connie Harris since graduating from high school in 1965 but recognized her the second she walked in the door. That doesn't happen often. On too many days, I walk right past people I grew up with and don't recognize them. Most of us have changed too much. But Connie hadn't changed that much. Yes, it had been a long time. Our 40th high school reunion is just a year away.

Another blast from the past wandered into the studio today. Actually, she came by to pick up a photo I donated to a church auction. I hadn’t seen Connie Harris since graduating from high school in 1965 but recognized her the second she walked in the door.

That doesn’t happen often. On too many days, I walk right past people I grew up with and don’t recognize them. Most of us have changed too much. But Connie hadn’t changed that much.

Yes, it had been a long time. Our 40th high school reunion is just a year away.

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