Out of the Blue
Thursday, October 4, 2001


I just got an e-mail from a friend:


I can't tell you what a joy it was to see you after all these years. Thank you very much for lunch and taking the time out to see Diane and me.

We returned safely home and learned a great deal during the weekend. I'll be telling some of our classmates of our visit.

Maybe on our next trip to LA, we can get together with you and your husband. Talk to you soon. Again, it was really great to see you, you looked great. 

Wes and Diane"

It was a joy  to see Wes again. He looked terrific!  Same eyes, same eyes. Tall, as I remembered, but broader-shouldered.  

I liked Diane right away. She has twinkly eyes, and her warmth matches Wes'.  I  learned that they had met each other through work, when Wes, then in office supply sales, visited her office.  She's a '68 Waipahu High School graduate, one of  800 in her class.

Wes and I are friends from high school boarding school, and over four years together, along with our classmates, we had built a huge storehouse of shared lifetime memories. 

Our entire class was only 100 students, most of us from the outer islands, a number from O`ahu, the main island of Hawai`i, and a few from the mainland (continental US), Japan, and the South Sea islands. We were all boarders, and because of that, we were more than just classmates.  

In many ways, we were one big family, doing most everything together, including two to three sit-down meals a day, weekend activities, intramural sports, and chapel, two to three times a week. Camaraderie, lots of it, was part and parcel of the boarding experience. 

Over lunch at Hof's, Wes and I remembered classmates we had seen in recent years, then reminisced over dorm shenanigans, school rules, the breaking of them, and (horrors!) the penalty incurred -- manual labor -- when caught, and later as reluctant enforcers of those rules as dorm disciplinarians.  

Our fondest and richest memories were those of our fun times during our island-hopping years in the school choir and school plays.  He was surprised that I remembered him in his lead role in the play, Damn Yankees.  Who could forget his Joe Hardy!

The years that separated us melted away as we reminisced. Our friendship was being renewed. Some things never change. Wes is a man now, with a grown-up daughter, as outgoing as I remembered.  The years have not diminished his boyish enthusiasm, gregariousness, and zest for life.  

Diane was wonderful.  Listening patiently to our  reminiscing, she expressed how it surprises her how close we are as classmates, how we shared so many common experiences, now fond memories, and how we can pick up so easily.  

So true.  The ties continue to bind, after all these years.

Whenever I indulge in trips down memory lane, I am warmed by my high school recollections, although dimmed with time.  When shared with Wes, a classmate, these memories were dusted off, touched up with missing details, and now shine again even brighter.

In hindsight,  thanks to our short visit, I am feeling even more blessed than ever to have lived that boarding school life.  Teen years with its ups and downs are challenging ones, and we experienced many of them together. Going away to boarding school was a terrific opportunity to broaden my horizons, obtain a solid college preparatory education, and most of all, get to know good people like Wes, a lifetime friend, as are all of our classmates.

Wes will be 50 this month.  We are aging gracefully.  Life has been kind.


"Life is a Gift."


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