what went wrong?

Returned to NYC this week after spending about two remarkable weeks visiting family and friends in Ohio, most of whom I hadn’t seen in far too long and probably won’t see again for far too long, and now that I’m back in NYC I’m missing them more than I did before my trip.  This is how it goes, though, and I think it’s what Salinger was on about with the last line of Catcher in the Rye: “Don’t ever tell anybody anything.  If you do, you start missing everybody.”  While J.D. may have been able to follow that advice, I am not, and I’m here to tell you that it’s true.

Where does the time go, and why does it go so fast?  I understand that the limited time I had on my trip is, in part, what made it special, but I would have happily traded a bit of special for a bit more time.

The last weekend of my trip was my twentieth high school reunion, which (as one would expect) was an interesting and somewhat surreal experience.  I knew that I’d taken a different path than most of my classmates did in the twenty years since we graduated, but I didn’t realize how different.  Almost everyone was married with two (or three) kids and living in some part of Ohio –– usually within fifteen miles of our hometown.  While I didn’t find myself jealous of their lives, I was somewhat jealous of the seeming ease with which they had transitioned into adulthood, and at times I found myself feeling like a kid amongst grown-ups.  On the other hand, when I told people what I’d been doing for the last twenty years, and that I didn’t have a wife or any kids, nobody said: “Oh, Jef –– what went wrong?”

Anyway, here are some photographs of the stuff that happened before the reunion…

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