1981

This past weekend was a winner from start to finish.

On Friday my wife and I headed to Bryan/College Station to kick off my 40th class reunion at Texas A&M. All 10 of my Squadron 2 classmates, that survived the Corps of Cadets all four years, made the trip to our old stomping grounds.

We’ve stayed in touch since going our separate ways four decades ago; especially on football weekends when our group text thread is filled with coaching advice for head coach Jimbo Fisher.

Several of them went into the Air Force and are now pilots for commercial airlines … facing mandatory retirement in a few short years.

One never married and gave his life to Christ, working with orphaned children in Russia.

We represent just about every religion, and many of us have changed churches through the years.

I went from Lutheran to Catholic after getting married. My roommate of three years went from Catholic to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He let me know about that move in a 3 a.m. phone call after I moved to Rockport in February 1984, but before I got married in December of that year.

For the first time our reunion was headquartered at the hotel on campus, directly across from Kyle Field.

I swear I could still hear the pandemonium in the air a week after the Aggies upset Alabama.

Since we were all in the same place Friday and Saturday, we had a lot more time to visit with each other, and our spouses.

The stories and memories never stopped flowing, as we reminisced about old times and old friends, some of whom are no longer living.

There’s one thing we all agreed upon … We’re all quite thankful there were neither cell phones nor social media between 1977 and 1981!

Our reunion was held jointly with the Class of ’80, so that gave me a chance to reconnect with many folks I hadn’t seen in ages.

Saturday morning, after a breakfast and business meeting, we all gathered in the ballroom and watched our Aggies BTHO (Beat The Hell Outta) Missouri.

When the game ended we trekked across campus to the administration building where we recreated our senior picture (Corps of Cadets Squadron 2).

My wife and I had to leave a little early, because, like many of my college buddies, we now have grandchildren. We just so happened to have one who celebrated his seventh birthday this past Friday, and all his cousins were in Galveston … so Nani and Poppie made the big sacrifice and headed east to fuel up on an evening of “grand” hugs, laughter, and basic overall cuteness.

When we got home Sunday afternoon I headed to the office to put together the Winter/Spring edition of the Visitor’s Guide.

After such a great weekend, everything fell into place and I was snoozing by 3 a.m. Monday morning.

Across the globe there is tension in the air, but weekends like this past one puts the world in perspective.

I wonder if all 10 of buddies will be at our 50th reunion?

The two grandsons that turned seven this year will be seniors in high school when my 50th reunion rolls around.

No matter what is going on around you, good or bad, the world keeps turning, not knowing you’re hanging on for the ride.

Enjoy it. This ain’t no dress rehearsal.

Until next week, have a good week!

Mike Probst can be reached at publisher@rockportpilot.com.

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