BACK IN KANSAS - STORIES OF A HIGH SCHOOL REUNION

       

All of us come bringing stories to this late-September

Midwestern place of reunion (bring them everywhere, really).

       It’s just that many of mine are already jotted down, input, printed or published. This ends up being a gift―to me, and hopefully to others, as I listen to old and new friends, and often find a story that fits each tale.

- As a classmate’s wife talks about living in Florida, I hand her my way-too-late-trip-to-Disney World story, Room on the Planet...

- A fellow grad I don’t quite remember has lived, like me, the sadness of their father’s struggle with Parkinsons―that’s what the above story is really about; I give them a copy...

- The lost-girl-in-LA story, Rent Asunder, goes to a California classmate...

- To a physician and then a friend lamenting their forgetfulness goes The Edible and the Beauteous and the Dead, about a man finding the gift in his gradual loss of words...

-  One classmate worked for NASA, and now writes science fiction―to him, some climate fiction, Water and Oil, or the reluctant robot story, At the Corner of Railroad and What Looks Like Amen...

       And of course as I listen to highlights, ponder the decades, and wonder at how the cliques and gaps and chasms have become as nothing (how all we are about here is finding common ground), now memory and inspiration fold into each other―it looks like there will be more stories to come ~

Hey, we’re all classmates in this strange school of life. If any of the above stories speak to you, find me at http://laughinginthelanguage.com/, or email me at aschultz@mail.ubc.ca, and I’ll send you a copy. Or give me another topic that’s on your mind―there just might be an app, I mean, a real live story for that...