50 years

The reunion activities started this morning with a more than reasonable 0830 offering of continental breakfast and speakers. The distance from the hotel? About 100 meters or less. Obviously it was an easy walk and didn’t even involve any busy roads. George came along for a short while before headed off to meet colleagues from long ago but not far away (those he was in Legal Services practice in the 1970s).  The Dean and other senior people talked about the expansion of the Med School and the need to maintain physicians in rural areas. Minnesota is one of those places where an overwhelming majority of people who go to school there/train there have a tendency to stay there. While it was interesting, I decided to head out mid-morning. I really wasn’t that interested in meeting current students or listen to more pitches about donations to various funds.

There was a “Happy Hour” over at Coffman Union which was reasonably attended. I started seriously getting the feeling that there were more people of my class attending from further away than locals. Just saying.

I know that I look a lot older (obviously) than I did 50 years ago. But there are a number of people who appear (to me) a whole lot older than their mid-70s. Added in was the fact that I barely recognized anyone…. Not because my memory has that many holes, but because I didn’t start out in the basic sciences with this particular group but did have rotations with a few.

Being done relatively early, we headed back to “the Graduate Hotel” (yes that is actually the name) for the night. Oh, and the fact that there are also Farm Aid Concerts happening this weekend.  If you are not familiar with the concept (and concerts) – go here. But it isn’t the same group of people as at the reunion.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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