The Cashew is a four-story bar in downtown Kansas City. It didn’t exist when we were in high school. Everyone attending had paid $70 ($60 in advance) for an open bar and “heavy appetizers.” At 11:30, the staff told us that we could either pay another $2,500, or our open bar was closing. Lame. Read the rest of this entry »
The morning of the second day of the reunion, there was a tour of the high school scheduled for 1o am. I didn’t plan on going. I figured I’d be hung over, and that my days of having to get up early for high school were long over.
But in the morning, I woke up with plenty of time to spare, so I went. I figured that physically walking through the building would help give me some perspective on things that had happened there.
I knew some things had changed…
Back when I was a student, tobacco products were not only allowed, there was an official student smoking lounge. In a school of 2,000 students, with five minutes to get from one class to another, smokers still found time to sprint to the lounge, and to be seen standing there for thirty seconds, casually having a drag as if they’d been there for hours and had nowhere to go. Read the rest of this entry »
