\n…for the first time in a long, long time. The class before me had their 20th reunion, but it seems like one big rolling reunion is ongoing over in Pastebook. People are appearing who knew me when – some of whom knew me WAY back when, too.\n<\/p>\n
\nAnd looking at the pictures, and the signatures, and the general record of events – I don’t know how so much of this has stayed walled off for so long. It may be for the best – God knows I don’t want to be one of those people whose best years were in high school and won’t shut up about them – but there’s no getting around the fact that twenty years ago, we were the princes of the universe. Here we are, born to be kings…\n<\/p>\n
\nThat DNA is all still there. Two decades on, the kid who won two state titles, MVP at Auburn in ’89, two-time all-county, ringer for the math team, bright star of the Constitution competition (state winner in 1989), Hearst scholar – that was me.<\/em> That is<\/em> me. If I feel like I haven’t changed since high school, well, so what – if the boy I was is the man I am, I’m doing pretty damn good. And if I’m trading my usual class ring for the one from two decades ago for a while, it’s because that same blue stone that once held the answer to the universe deep beneath it now winks at me as if to say remember who you were? remember who you<\/em> are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" …for the first time in a long, long time. The class before me had their 20th reunion, but it seems like one big rolling reunion is ongoing over in Pastebook. People are appearing who knew me when – some of whom knew me WAY back when, too. And looking at the pictures, and the signatures, … <\/p>\n