Pleasant surprise

 I guess it’s true that eventually most people do change and will do the right thing.  In high school, my class was the worst at getting together.  Huge divides between groups, never agreeing on anything…it just wasn’t a lovey-dovey group.  Don’t get me wrong, I made some amazing friends and met some great people, but for the most part – I’ve never really looked back.  Then this happened with my former classmate and we have all pulled together.  We are collecting money to buy flowers and give him to help pay for the funeral costs.  We’ve set up a schedule to make some food to bring to his family. We don’t won’t to overload him right now, with all that he has to deal with (I still can’t imagine.) but another classmate suggested that we write him real letters and send them to him.  He’s neighbors with him and in a couple of weeks he’ll bring him the letters from us all.  By then he will probably need some support.  It’s nice to see that after all this time we can pull together for one of our own.

Since I’m talking high school – I was driving down the road singing (and coughing) to this and dancing.  In the middle of the song I realized there was a vehicle on my left.  I glanced over and it was parish cop (a dad to one of my kids last year) and he was killing himself laughing at me.