They say that you can’t go home again. Last weekend, I did.
I vividly remember the night of my high school graduation. It was very hot and very wet.
Because of heavy rains, we were the first class, in no one could remember how long, to graduate inside the gymnasium instead of on the football field.
It was a Friday night in May, and polyester was still surviving from the 1970s in the form of our shiny purple caps and gowns.
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