Dinner

The impetus to go to Vancouver in the first place was to attend the Annual Georgian Dinner. I have attended school events held locally.  But this year, as one classmate put it, was different; we would all be 60.  

While I’m considered part of the class of ’72, I moved to Montreal in 1967. So I have not seen any of these guys for 47 years.   

There were five fellows at the table who were at the school when I attended.  Interestingly, while I may not have recognised them had I bumped into them on the street, knowing who they were, I could still see their faces of so long ago.