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Everything has changed since 1977

We were a motley ensemble with shaggy hair, long sideburns and lots of denim.

Thirty years ago we tossed our crimson mortarboards into the night air and left high school behind faster than a Mustang Boss 302, laying down rubber.

On Oct. 6, however, the Morgan County High School class of 1977 is coming home to Hartselle.

Many of us won’t recognize each other, which means our memories are slipping or our appearance has changed for the good or the bad.

A class reunion is a tricky thing, approached with both welcome and apprehension.

Likely, we’ll be friendly to everyone, and gravitate to the same people who made us feel comfortable three decades ago.

We can thank classmate George “Cardboard” Carden for bringing us back together. He orchestrated a miracle in recent years from his faraway home in Minnesota by gathering us into an Internet discussion group.

Because of his credentials as a high school disc jockey, George is in charge of music for the reunion.

And he is taking requests.

How about a whole lotta Led Zeppelin and a little Kiss?

Cardboard says if you’re skipping the reunion, you need a good excuse and a note from your mom.

If I remember correctly, Terri Rollins Pugh can forge a professional-looking note from anyone’s mom.

But Cardboard says he won’t accept the following reasons for cutting this class reunion:

Excuse 1: I’m overweight.

Rebuttal: You’re not alone. Note T-shirt sizes being offered.

Excuse 2: I’m a different person than I was in high school.

Rebuttal: Lucky for you, we all are. Let’s face it: We could only have improved.

Excuse 3: I don’t look as good as I’d like. I (choose one or more) am bald, have wrinkles, saddlebags, gray hair and no one will recognize me.

Rebuttal: Guess what! You won’t recognize anyone else, either. Our whole class looks like a “before” photo in a plastic surgery ad.

Excuse 4: I’m not successful. I’m not (choose one or more) a lawyer, a doctor or rich.

Rebuttal: You’ll be pleasantly surprised to find how much everyone has matured. We may be plump and wrinkled (see Excuse 3, above) but we’re not stupid. Money is not success.

Excuse 5: I was not in a popular clique in school.

Rebuttal: Now that we’re old and smart, those cliques have dissolved just like the superficialities on which they were based. The only cliques you’ll notice at the reunion will be the sound of your joints as you walk around.

Thanks, Cardboard. We all feel better now.

Scott Morris is managing editor.

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