Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Show A Little Class

This is a picture of my kindergarten class. Bright, shining faces of the future America. Well that future America is now. All these kids are closing in on 40. Their dreams have already been realized, or crushed as the case may be. I don't have a clue as to where most of these people may be anymore... Hell, I can't remember who half of them are. I only know with 100% certainty what happened to one of them. The happy little guy on the far right of the middle row became the grumpy old dog typing this. It was a long road that brought me here.
The young man in blue, directly in front of me, was my best friend back then. He still lives in my old home town. I don't know what he does for a living, but he has a wife and a couple of kids. A southern man in a small town. His family all go to my church. Well, my mother's church anyway.
The redhead behind me became a police officer. I heard he was chief of police at Chowan Collage a few years back. He got a baseball scholarship to college, but he came back home, and as far as I know is still somewhere around there.
The girl opposite me on the left was my first crush. She went off to private school while I went to public. I think I saw her at a party our senior year, and didn't talk to her.
The boy behind her was close to genius level. He taught me to play chess in the second grade. I'm still not very good. We used to have deep discussions about books and music in the 4th and 5th grade. In high school he fell in with the potheads. I heard he had some drug related problems, but that was fifteen years ago. I haven't heard anything since.
The twins (#2 and #3 from left middle row) moved away when they were still young.
Top row middle went to private school a few years, but graduated from public with me. I went out with his sister once. Once being the operative word.
The boy to his right graduated with me. I was on the football team with him and the redhead. He left for college and I never saw him again.
I don't know who most of these people are anymore. I'm not sure if I had a point to this when I started. Just a glimpse into middle America.



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