It Was 1990 Somethin'

For the last couple of weeks, I had been contemplating what my next blog would be. I kept coming back to the Class of 1992 and the upcoming 20 year reunion. For reasons I wish not to disclose, I will not be in attendance...God willing, maybe for the 25th reunion of the class, I will be present.

In regard to the passing of 20 years and where we all are now, where we wish we were, where we hope to be (at some point) in our own individual lives...those "real life" thoughts almost seem to be non-existent when one begins becoming reminiscent of the past and what we left there. What was it we left during those years? Hopefully, a mark. A mark only we know...one that only we recognize. Stories, lots of great stories. Memories, that only we share. It really goes without saying, those may not have been the "best" years of our lives...but there were some of the best times that in many instances may have been mistakes...but those mistakes made for a helluva story years later. I think the whole what happens here stays here must be an underlying understanding between most of us. Or maybe, don't ask, don't tell (but in a different context), you get what I'm expressing.

Think about how many "firsts" we shared. We got braces on our teeth, we didn't really like our parents much, detention, we fell in love for the first time, we all began driving around the same time, prom, skipping school, it's when we drank our first beer, it's where we made friendships that lasted up until the present day...if we are that lucky. The music we listened to may have not always been current, but we all had our favs...songs I hear (to this day) that take me to that place...that time.

But here is a long list of songs from a year that was our last together...all of us.
http://www.musicoutfitters.com/topsongs/1992.htm

I wish to dedicate this blog to the Corbin High School, Class of 1992. In addition, it is my hope that each of you, who are attending this year's reunion, remember only the best about the classmates we unfortunately were forced to say good-bye to...too soon. Once a "Redhound"....always a "Redhound", and I am so fortunate to have made so many wonderful friendships countless memories that we made in that building we couldn't wait to leave on 1901 Snyder Street.

I thought about adding our class song, but it was too sad. I thought it appropriate to close with this one.