Up There, With the Kites

We met for poetry, found a lively group occupying our space; Herculaneum High School Reunion Committee. They introduced themselves, offered to move. "No," we said. "We can use the other end of the room." Distracted by their excited chatter, we asked, "What year did you graduate? 1961 . . . your 50th reunion . . . wow." "You're too young for this," she said. "No, I graduated in 1953," I said. "1953! Hey, she graduated in 1953," she said. They were astonished. "Impossible!" "No Way!" "Unbelievable!" "You graduated when you were five?" I thanked them and moved on to the poetry meeting, floating on air. cfa © 12/9/2010