high school

Twenty years ago, my generation experienced its second world-changing event.

On 19 June, nearly two dozen of my classmates and I got together for a semi-informal Class of '93 reunion at Roark's Tavern in Monticello.

The above picture was a little early in the night and some people who were there, weren't when the flash went off.

Went out to an art opening Saturday night, as planned.

As expected, the art I went to see (and the artist I went to support) was fantastic.

But what really surprised me was the timing and overall serendipity of it all.

Getting off the Metro in Alexandria, Josh and I immediately met up with Doug, Nu and Tony who had popped on the train a few cars ahead of us somewhere along the route. walking in the door to the gallery when we got there were another few of our mutual friends.