We went to a small high school. Many of those who went there were training to go to one of the military academies. Then there were those of us who were chronic problems in school like me. I failed everything but art and reading. Most of my friends were the same sort of folks, and this school was also set up to deal with us.
In the early 1990’s, we began correspondences, and a series of small reunions began. This shot is from one of the last of the gatherings. She is the wife of one of the students and a very nice lady.