Reflections on a Sweet Bonhi Reunion

The biggest frustration with a Friday evening, all-day Saturday high school reunion is simple: there’s not enough time. Not enough time to sit, settle in, and have a real, meaty conversation with old friends. Just a quick hug, a handful of sentences to catch up, then—before you know it—someone else walks up for their own…

The Comfort of Old Friendships

Here it is another very late night – it’s 12:23 here in Texas – and I have been busy since early this morning. I have helped unload a very full van, attended a mini-high school reunion with some of the ladies in my 1971 graduating class in Bonham, then had dinner with family and friends back…