My 20-year reunion of the 62-member University HS Class of '69 was a better time than I expected, considering how marginal I'd been in the social scene. The only other one I made it to was #50, which was absolutely lovely. I would gladly make the drive to Baton Rouge for another. People--some of them, at least--have a way of growing up, the ones who don't stop learning once they leave school.