Saturday night was the 40th anniversary reunion for my high school graduating class. I went out of curiosity to see people that I only vaguely remember and who only vaguely remember me. I was a small kid and there were only two other kids that I could wrestle with. Both were there. One of them is my mother's doctor. The other reminded me that we had fought after school about something neither of us remembers. We were the laughing stock of the school as we threw unconvincing punches at each other, missed, and went home relieved that nothing more had happened. I remember that I picked the fight because I thought it would make me manly. It didn't work. There was a kid that I sat next to in the back of the room in calculus class. We both paid little attention in class because it was too easy. We both got degrees in Math, and we both ended up as software engineers. There was a third guy in our back row, but he died 20 years ago. One of my friends was there. We lived near each other and so we walked to and from school together along with a third fellow who didn't show, even though he still lives in the same house he did then. There was a woman whose name I remembered, but nothing else, until she smiled and that smile brought back the memory of her. There was a brother and sister pair who were the only two that I recognized without being reintroduced. A lot of people told me something that I had never realized. Unless they were 'popular', they didn't know anyone other than the small group they walked to and from school with, just like me.