What caught my attention most about the 2017 reunion of the Pottsgrove High School classes of 1969, 1970 and 1971 was what people wore.
Most wore smiles as they engaged classmates from two score plus years ago.
Many wore the wrinkles earned by sixty somethings, while some wore only a few lines hiding their age well.
World travelers had feet well-worn from thousands of miles.
Retirement fit some like well-worn shoes while others weren’t buying and a few had tried it on and returned it.
We wore glasses for well-worn eyes which have seen beauty and ugliness in the world.
Some bore physical scars from sports, mishaps, surgeries and others invisible scars because people can be cruel.
Hair was worn by all, just not the same way as 45+ years ago.
I envisioned hands bearing callouses but saw no evidence of calloused hearts from those who had spent a life of serving and caring for others.
Grandparents displayed joy and some a little wear and tear.
Serious disease, for some, had been stripped off and tossed into the corner baring a passion for life others did not yet know.
Memories of the best of times seemed none the worse for wear and old wounds were well wrapped for the night.
Those I had a chance to see wore their lives well.
Sadly, there was not time enough to learn what everyone wore.
I hope the next time we meet others I have not seen since the days of maroon and white can come. The old PHS dress code does not apply.