Reunion

This photo was taken last night in New York City, over 700 miles from the Indianapolis area where we all grew up, where each of us now lives (as a tenure-track college professor, a social worker, an improv actor, a lawyer, and whatever the heck I am).

Everyone in this photo met each other between 1st and 7th grade.  Before getting together to see the improv actor's show, I'd last seen them ranging from as recently as the 2nd Presidential debate to as long ago as 8th-grade graduation.
 
The ladies in this photo comprise 25% of the girls in my graduating 8th-grade class and the five of us about 15% of the entire graduating class.

Three of them also went to the same high school I did.

One of them happens to live on the floor above me in the same apartment building.

Life's funny.

Oh, and the bar conversation included a comparison of 600-plus-page Nixon books (and one purchase of one of them over an iPhone), touched on the transcripts of the Kennedy administration's Bay of Pigs Invasion discussions and the primary source documents of the Gideon v. Wainwright case, and revealed that art work is available for loan from the Indianapolis Public Library.  Nerds know how to do a reunion.