My 45th reunion was last month. I had no interest. I got talked into going to only 1 of these events over all these years. It was the 35th. The snobs were still snobs. The beauty queens still thought they were beauty queens, the jocks still saw themselves as jocks. No one was interested in those who chose to move on in life; it was all about clinging to the "glory days." I wanted to hear about children and grandchildren, etc. The majority of people wanted to cling to the past. It was rather sad, I thought.