Well, not exactly. I don't know any Julios.
And, there was for sure no Julio in my high school
graduating class of 140 in 1969 small town Ohio.
Perhaps I should begin at the beginning.
I caught a flight out of Daytona at 6am last Thursday.
Layover in Atlanta, then Detroit, finally landing in
Toledo where I picked up the rental car and asked
for basic directions heading to my first destination.
So far, so good until I discovered what else I forgot
to pack for the trip... make-up and my phone charger.
AND my camera. dammit.
Already had to buy a book at Daytona's airport so I'd
have something to read for seven hours since I left the
book I planned on bringing on my bed at home.
I blame my brain-farts of forgetfulness on the fact that
I did not sleep Wednesday night. Too excited and afraid
I'd oversleep and miss the plane.
Didn't have time to shop Thursday because I was meeting
an old friend for a long-awaited visit after too many years.
That visit was more than lovely.
Then Friday I met with Boneman, in person, for the first
time ever. He drove up from Indiana. Wow!
We had breakfast, talked, shopped, talked, had dinner,
talked... and talked some more. And, we laughed. A lot.
I love meeting blog friends. They are the best.
We're already planning another meeting. We said good-bye,
sadly, Saturday morning and I headed to my next destination.
I was aiming for Rocky River (it rubs elbows with the west
side of Cleveland) and my best galfriend from high school,
Becky. You may remember her as the goose-chaser. Yes, you do.
Since I have a serious aversion to interstate roads, I plotted
a route on scenic two-lane roads for the entire three-hour
trip to Rocky River. Most of that trip was on Route 6, which
follows the edge of Lake Erie. Beautiful. Ah, yes, I was home.
OK, I got lost on the way... because there was road blockage
and I got detoured back up to I-90 and around. Took the exit
as directed by the orange detour signs and ended up just a
wee bit farther east than needed.
But, because of the miracle of cell phones, all ended well
and I made it to Becky's in one piece and it was still daylight.
Actually, it was noon, so it damn well should have been daylight.
So, more visiting and then Becky and I headed to Ravenna.
We got lost in Ravenna. Looking for another galfriend's house
so we could pick her up and go roaming around the
countryside and visit old stomping grounds. I think
we finally found Janet's house about 3 pm.
Reunion dinner and party was scheduled to begin at 6 pm.
Are you feeling the sense of hectic over-planning here?
Well, we made the tour, complete with driving around
the high school and meeting one of the school board
members and chatting with him for over an hour.
Tossed our names in the hat for the Alumni Association
they are putting together. Then...
we visited with the folks who live in Becky's childhood
home. More good times and reminiscing.
Hauled ass back to Janet's, changed clothes and still
made it to the reunion by 6. We girls are good.
The reunion party was wonderful even though there
were only about fifty in attendance. Several classmates
are dead so they were excused.
The others should be ashamed. They missed a great time.
We closed the place at 1 am and continued the party
at Janet's until 5:30. Oh yeah. Drinking and talking go
well together, don't you think?
Next morning was breakfast (late) and driving Becky
back to Rocky River. A bit more visiting and then I
headed to Findlay to do the family visiting.
Got lost again. Rescued by cell phones again.
Spent the night in Findlay and headed for the Toledo
airport for the return flight early Monday morning.
Got lost in Toledo.
This time it was a very nice young man working in a
convenience store who got me back to where I needed
to be in order to get the car to the airport and me checked
in with Delta. Still had time for lunch before boarding.
Since I didn't have my camera, the only photo from the
entire weekend is one that Boneman took of us Friday.
I'm hoping some of my classmates will share
some that they took. But, those may not be publishable.
Since returning to Florida, I've spent copious hours on
the net looking at houses for sale in Ohio.
I go through this every time I visit there.
Maybe this time is the real time.