I just got an invitation to my high school class reunion that give me the impression the reunion would be a boring disaster if I didn’t show up. This is kind of a shock, since they never seemed to care that much for me when I was there. They wouldn’t let me on the football team or the basketball team or give me very good grades, so I always thought they didn’t care for me.

But it seems I was wrong. Not only do they like me, but they like me so much that at the end of the invitation, they wanted to know whether I would mention them in my will. That’s so different from the way they treated me when I went there.

It’s as if they were saying, “Remember that time we expelled you for smoking in the boy’s room? Our bad. We’ve taken it off your permanent record. Remember all those hours you spent in detention? Just teasing. Remember that piece of rolled-up blank paper that we gave you instead of a diploma? It’s all in the past. Come home, give us a hug.” They love me! They really, really love me!