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I missed my 10 year high school reunion. I was in Boston. (to digress, I�m currently enjoying a chocolate chip cookie or two from Cookie It Up!) The plans to visit Boston this past weekend were made before I knew about the reunion, so instead of visiting Virginia, I visited Massachusetts. It looks like I missed some of the fun at the reunion, but Keefe was kind enough to post photos from the various gatherings.

I don�t have too much to say about my high school days. It was during those years I came to the conclusion I had ten total hours of conversation in me. I figured that after talking with someone for about ten hours (spread out during a few days or weeks, of course) I would be out of things to say. I came to this conclusion as stage manager for one of the drama productions at school. There wasn�t too much for me to do as stage manager except talk with the extras in the play � their small roles allowed them plenty of time to chat. I remember getting to know a few of them fairly well. But after eight hours of conversation, I�d start to realize that I was running out of things to talk about. Being the meta-conversationalist that I was at the time I�d always mention that I only had ten hours of conversation in me and I think that would bring the conversation to an end. Perhaps all my thinking about my conversation skills was just a defense mechanism to get out of getting to know people better?