When I picked up the Metro section of the newspaper today, there was a picture that resembled a page from an old high-school year book. What caught my attention was the hair-dos. 1943. (Of course the dos from my high school year book shall remain unmentioned.) Anyway, how they did that thing with the top of their hair is a mystery. (The link will take you to the pics.) Then I read the article. It was their 70th anniversary reunion. Every male knew what they'd do upon graduation--go into the service, Army, Navy, Marine, Merchant Marines. Some of the men showed up for graduation in their uniforms. It touched my heart.
Also, there was among the seniors a intense 'live in the moment attitude', because the world was crumbling around them. That had to be hard. Of course when I was in high school, Viet Nam was raging, and men prayed for a high draft number.
The article made me stop and think. There is so much more to life than our little slice.